Going on a run today,
I found a flower.
Looking around I found
No companion for it.

Bending down
I saw, a disciplined line
of disciplined ants,
Walking around it.

The black line moved,
Lifting atomies here and there;
I was not aware,
That no one waits for atomies.

The black line now seemed,
Like a disciplined line of ants;
I now saw them as they were,
Individuals without rants.

The flower now too,
Is devoid of similarity.
Yet it's the example,
In proving singularity.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Standing up and resuming
Anna