Ants On A Hill

Reality strikes,

But the hammer

Is not

Damaging.

Winds push,

But the 

Waves

Pull.

Life quivers,

But the arrows

Keep

Flying.

The earth

Quakes,

But we find a way

To keep

Balance in the 

Rumble.

The world

Rotates,

But we sit

Still.

What are we

But

Ants

On

A

Hill?

The hill will

Grow,

But is it the

Seas

Rising

Or our

Seeds

Advising?

Learn from

Our

Roots,

But pluck

The 

Weeds

Before

They

Spread.

The world

Can decay

In an instant,

And then

We’d

All

Be

Dead.

Let the bloom

Come forth,

And the growth

Can

Continue.

Because

We never

Stop

Our

Journey

Until the destination

Becomes

Our

Past.

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