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