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