by Jessica A. Tucker

Created on: June 04, 2010   Last Updated: June 18, 2010

An ant races, ready for attack,

At the base of my bare foot.

“Kill it!” I would have thought

Not so long ago,

Only because of the threat I saw,

The threat, this tiny ant might hold.

Scurrying into the shadow of my enormous foot

He really is no match at all

For the place my foot might put him

If I ever chose,

But today, I let him go.

The rains fall, quenching the parched ground.

Green shoots erupt from somewhere

Deep within the once desolate land.

Growing into flowers, herbs, trees, and such

They heal, and feed, and shelter.

Alive in full circle,

Are the plants and animals

Of our land.

Yet really no connection at all is seen,

To an ant, a plant, or you and I.

However, in the simpler scheme of things

We are all, really much the same.

We all have to eat, and drink, and breathe,

We all have our job and place.

That little ant, the drop of rain,

The seedling that takes shape

Deserves respect the same.

It is in these small miracles

that occur each and every day,

Much like a drop of rain was born,

How the blade of grass turned green,

Or the growing weed in the garden

Found the energy to return,

Or how the pesky ants we spray

And unconsciously continue to swat away

Keep coming back each and every year-

That every living being should be reminded

We are all, simply alive and together, here.

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