Watching ants mill through the cracked moss bricks, living their tiny lives.

Squirming with six legs, through divets that seem like crators.

Small cracks, that are mountains,

Weeds, that are jungles,

Mulch pieces, laying like wood beams.

Do ants realize the scale of their world?

With one misstep I could cause a massive earthquake...Do they wonder why the ground shakes?

Does their curiosity spark questions like why their mossy mountains are green and thier legs arent as long as a daddy long legs?

Or do they even have enough time in their busy schedule to take notice of the other insects around them?

Maybe they've got it all figured out.

Maybe humans are their gods,

and the quakes are our wrath.

Our rain is their flood,

Our feet? Their demise.

Maybe, just maybe they've got it all figured out.

We come from a higher being.

Earthquakes are nature.

Life span is our demise.

Swiftly moving, crawling over mountains of overgrown moss the ant lives its life.

The ant serves its purpose, to live its life working continually, wondering why its legs arent like the daddy long legs and why the gods send floods to take away their painstaking ant hills.

But do they every know why?