The Ants

Sometimes, when I'm sad; from deep within my heart, Jehovah God shares with me- the most wonderful of art. Butterflies have come, lady beetles too. Many precious gifts; God sent me when was blue. A bird and many birds; happily with cheer, All were sent just for me to tell me he was near. Never did he leave me; nor forget to show me love, Always there and showed me care; ants sent from up above... That's right- Ants... It was and is the ants; always lightened when was gifted For I know you love them too, most certainly uplifted. Sometimes they would tickle, for me-they walked upon. Sad, bad and nothing-glad; was suddenly bygone. With my maker, with my God with love- WOW you enhanced the much admired once transpired... Miracles of ants.