The Moth

I sat Dwindling in the all-consuming heat When a sudden fluttering Landed upon my knee. Frantic moth Gray and white Took refuge from The aggressive black ants Scurrying and ripping at It's fragile wings. Full of sympathy I cupped the frightened Trembling moth in my Hands carrying it away From a timely death The torture of barbarous ants. On a nearby tree Covered in moss and growth I bid the moth farewell Cautiously it flutttered It's torn spotted gray and White wings And took refuge In the cracks of the bark. Small little moth So brave and yet so tiny To make a struggle For survival I pray you made it just one more day. In your short Little life Like sand in the wind I pray Though you may never Feel the wind Beneath your wings. I pray Before you go Fade like a small spark You may feel the sun On your tiny face The grass on your skin Live and know life.