The ant glistened in the sun,

The fickle thing was noticed by none

It perfected its crawl,

It journeyed through the ripples,

It traveled, it ran

Not once did it halt

Nor did it sting

As I made prayers to The One

The blackest black that could be attained

It glimmered in the golden dusk of the sun

Never did it look beautiful as it did today

Faint steps that it took across my way

This little creation that people shooed away

By: Aaliyah Alam