ants on a leaf 2

We are but ants on a leaf,

planning our small lives 

based on big dreams

that crash everytime the wind huffs. 

We may slip off, 

with only a fingernail left to grip the leaf, 

yet claw our way back on, 

tears mingling with the rain,

For to be human is to hang on,

survive 

while we pray 

for stillness in our days.