Ant

It may sound silly,
but don't kill that ant.

I yell at my little brother just this.
Don't kill that ant.

As he ponders why, he gives me
this look of disguise.

His mischievous soul,
hovering his foot over this tiny little ant.

He is oh so thoughtful as he asks why?
In which I explain the life of an ant.

The many legs of the scurry away frantically,
as he lowers his leg next to where he was going to stomp.

I explain this ant has a soul,
and he was just born that way.

As a little tiny ant,
and he has little tiny goals.

Like carrying that breadcrumb down the sidewalk,
or crawling deep into that little hole of his ant hill.

He has a family,
and a life and we have no right to deny.

We shall love,
and grow as something that might look cold might be kind.

We don't know this ant,
but we know ourselves and our actions are larger than killing a little life.







(Old Version)
It may sound silly,
but don't kill that ant.

I yell at my little brother,
just this.

As he ponders why,
 he gives this look of disguise.

His mischievous soul,
 is oh so thoughtful as he asks why?

I explain he has a soul,
and he was just born that way.

As a little tiny ant,
and he has little tiny goals.

Like carrying that breadcrumb down the sidewalk.