This highly destructive insects which are not true ants
But the innocent tree doesn't know about their cruelty
And she provided them shelter in a rain.
The colony consists of Queen & King, wingless sterile workers and soldiers.
The ungrateful visitors started their job secretly
Until the tree collapsed to the ground pathetically.
The destruction of innocence is always a tragedy. You have a compassionate heart, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem resonates with me in particular because of my long experience with termites. When my father bought a splendid house in 1950 in Warrandyte, he discovered that it was riddled with termites (white ants) and had to be pulled down. It took many pounds and several years before we were able to build a new house. Later when I was living in Kangaroo Ground with my husband and three children, our house was invaded by these tiny predators. Fortunately we were able to eradicate them without losing our house. It is amazing how much devastation such small creatures can create and yet, there is no malice in their behaviour. A great poem. love, Allie xxxx