The Ant's Leaf

As I look over at the azure sea
I know it’s dancing, just for me.
And as I’m lost inside its beauty
I see a small ant, following its duty.
It carries a giant leaf along my wood.
It tries, it tries, if only it could.
But my branches sway within the wind
And that poor ant’s leaf begins to spin.
The ant watches its leaf fly high.
Up towards the greying sky.
I watch it soar, free at last.
Its life on an ant is now in the past.
As the sun sets across the golden sky
I wonder how far that leaf will fly.
A pitch-black paint covers the land
My fellow trees, the water and all the sand.