A tree is a city.
Ants crawl up highways
Carving paths
Through tree and bark and time and space.
Purposeful strides
Unseen by the tall,
Unloved by the small.
Industrious
Little
Ants
That live and grow
Wide and large in their multitude
Their graves outnumber the stars,
But the ant is not the tree.
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