As I walked out in the early morning,
I saw some ants carrying the corpse of a butterfly.
I pitied her for she couldn't live and fly again.
Like a crashed aeroplane.
Did I deserve to know where the ants were taking her corpse to?
Was she taking for grand funeral,
For she looked handsome and majestic as the queen of her kingdom?
Or was she carried by the ants as the greatest food of survival?
I was thinking about the scene as I saw sympathy, survival, and struggle.
I saw cooperation, inspiration
Determination and submission.
I saw happiness, willingness and togetherness and loneliness.
I finally realized ants will always hunt for foods,
Until they met their death hunting.
As butterflies will always fly for food. Until they met their death flying.
So humans keep working…
until we met our death striving.
Ismaheel Gift
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