A dozen little mounds
A hundred little trails
A thousand little workers
All bustling on the hills

Laid across the landscape
Like castles made of sand
Each a fortress built by perseverance
And teamwork

Gateways to an unseen

The human race is a lot like ants,
in a way we can not truly understand.
Our homes are our own personal mounds of dirt.
They

A tiny little mound
No more than a half inch wide
I can't help but wonder
How many ants are living inside

I know they're in

Ant hills and sugar trails
Feisty puppies, wagging tails
Lemonade sold at a stand
Castles built in the sand
Popsicles turning