Man's Kind Poem by Arik Fletcher

Ants- we work in endless toil,
Hurried feet across the soil,
Stopping just to procreate,
Then once more unto our fate,

Rats- we all live underground,
Scurried thoughts and whispered sound,
Surfacing for work and play,
Then back down come night or day.

Birds- we flock to distant lands,
Fluttered wings across the sands,
Making nests we hope will last,
Soon forgotten in our past,

Men- we take all that we see,
Muttered claims of destiny,
Building what we cannot grow,
Destroying all we do not know.