Minuscule

We peer upon the world of endless

Ants on hills of stretching restless

The unknown blankets, planes of vast

With fear below what shadows cast

We reach inwards of self minute

Gage ourselves precise, acute

Looking up we thought we knew

Yet not all things will time accrue

Still we crawl upward what minuscules

Ants we climb like curious, starving fools

Matters not what spite befalls

We pick more up if single falls

And so we rise, of slow and steady

We'll pierce the skies of clouds unready

For although frail, one lonesome ant

Each single step significant

Minuscule