I Am An Ant

I am an ant, I am the gentle pitter-patter on the Earth, The black dots that trail on your floor, And that little heartbeat. I am a cargo ship on the rough shore, Following the stencil of, The deft path before. As the day passes I scurry home, With that gentle pitter-patter, And little, little heartbeat. I am an ant, I am the gentle tip-taps on the Earth, That passes by plants or mushrooms or spores, Skittering in your homes across the hearth. I follow the trail of smells, Day by day, But my legs weaken, And those tip-taps falter. I travel with crumbs on my back, Unlike the leaves I used to, And I trek back home, Tip-tap, tip-tap. I am an ant, I am the gentle stomp-stomp on the Earth, That follows the same route, Every day, every day. I am an ant, I crave a change, I climb higher and higher. I am an ant? Though I crave light, And flutter to them as a moth would. I am an ant, My legs are weak, And my head feels full, If I had wings to fly, I'd use those too. I am a tree, I no longer pitter-patter or tip-tap, My legs are still as a branch, And my stem grows from my head. I reach higher and greater lengths, I'm like a great oak- A grapevine- How could I have been an ant? My head bursts open like a hazel tree seed. My job is done, My head is clear, My life's been run, I can't feel fear.