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
