Ant, I know
It is an ant.
It is not black,
Not white, not red.
It has wings also.
Ant, not to wonder
It climbs ups
And down.
It has a specific
Syllable.
It has some weight,
And that can be measured.
It has bones, flesh
And something to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
each creature is wonderful.