Ants

Foundation from my fingertips,
the world has yet to see it.
The misshapen clouds,
I move to my will.

I look down on the ants,
scattering as nature takes its course.
I drop pieces of paper,
for them to better understand.

The bodies they keep hidden,
under the crust that had given them life.
They weep among their peers
yet they rejoice with a feast.

The comfort of reunion,
when put up on that pedestal.
for all to be seen,
only by those above.