On nights such as this
You can see the stars
Shining down
Unobstructed
From such distant spaces
Breaking through to be perceived
Despite the ever-present city lights
And at times like this
I cannot help but feel
As an ant
Insignificant
Crawling meaninglessly
Through the obscurity of daily life
But then I remember
That even the ants
Are observed with wonder
Granted due respect
For their perseverance
The sheer determination of their existence
Embracing as they do
All of what they are
Carrying forward
Despite
And unaware
The immeasurable relative difference in their dimensions
To the world they inhabit
Unconcerned as they are
With what they are not
Rather
Encompassing all that they are
That they might fulfill
Their purpose
Neither mundane nor grand in their pursuits.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Beautiful poem 👍
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Thank you!
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Yes. And we could be as the ants are. And maybe we should be
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We can learn from them. I don’t think we can be or should be exactly as they are, but we can apply their perspective and use it to improve our own.
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I think you are pissibly right
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Lovely poem my friend.
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Thank you so much, Dawn. I hope that you know how glad I am when you take the time to read these posts. You are such a good friend.
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Aww Thank you my friend, It’s my pleasure I love reading your work. 😀
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