Ant Hills 





Every day the tedious rolling
of sand grains rumbling down
the tunnels of the colony. Half
their size, the ants moved them
slowly and persistently to the
rim of the anthill. There was an
ant  that refused to follow the 
example of the others , carrying
the sand grains further away
from the edge. The constant
crumbling of the anthill, initiated
by any slight breeze filled the
tunnels with an avalanche of 
sand grains. The laborious
task of clearing the tunnels was
started again. Meanwhile none
of the sand grains that the
rebellious ant carried out, 
plummeted into the  tunnels. 
The sand grains were all 
scattered some distance
from the entrance, in total 
harmony with the surroundings. 
Not like horrendous creations
that stand tall for all to see, 
but like isolated  witnesses 
of peace and harmony. Life
continues every day, the man
will bring you the contemptuous
styles; the few harmony and
peace.