The Ant and the Pebble
One day, a young ant sat upon a pebble
taking a short rest from his very busy day,
and the ant and the pebble began to chat:
“I am superior”, said the ant.
“I think not”, said the pebble,
“We are each of us valuable; without me,
you’d have nothing to rest upon.”
“That may be”, replied the ant,
“but I have many legs,
and I can move about freely and build empires,
whereas you, my friend,
are quite stuck here upon the forest floor.”
while you have eyes to see,
you see so little.
Do you not recognize me
in the splendor of pyramids?
Or see me kiss the sky
with the grand towers of great cities?
Do I not clasp my brilliance
around the necks of beautiful women?
Have not thousands climbed my back
to touch the fringed hems of heaven?
Do I not frame every river and ocean
with such breathtaking beauty it causes one to fly?”
“Don’t be silly”, quipped the ant,
“None of that is you!
You are just a pebble on the forest floor,
and, I might add, one
with such delusions of grandeur
as I have never before seen.”
And the little ant took his leave, laughing.
“It’s all a matter of perspective”, said the pebble.
But the little ant could not hear.
From my collection of poetry, Blowing Rings Around the Moon
© madlyinlovewithlife 2010
Beach Pebbles, by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife