Stream stream silent fringe, frothing sojourn,
Mom Ant looks anticipated, eyes wide open and dry,
A leaf beneath her, sailing in a lull…
Agony on her face has a reason,
Plenty of small sailing leaves!
On those, tiny ants on their own!!
Mom Ant set a sigh of relief sometimes,
Concern, fear and uncertainty runs high!
Still hanging on her leaf, with eyes wide open and dry!!
River currents are a lullaby for few,
Some are looking hither tither!
Some sneaking forward,
Some in eclectic vogue, tilting leaves this way that way!
Some trying to flow at hushed steady pool,
Some trying to retract to Mom Ant!
Landing at safe earth is all her wish!!
Mom Ant always with hope but with caring uncertainty of Mom Earth!!
Mom earth beautiful, a big conscious ball!
Carrying so many souls inside,
A total disbelief as on Mom Ant’s eyes,
Just those flows are collective consciousness…