The ant

The ant that doesn't walk,

who sat down to rest,

He discovered that there was a grotto,

and it was full of salt.

A grotto that shone

like I had never seen before,

The crystals called to him,

and they invited her to come in.

He decided to take a walk,

to go inside to snoop,

he separated from his group,

thinking: -“They’ll be back.”

I was amazed,

The light was exceptional,

He felt deep joy,

and felt like crying.

He poured his soul into a river,

The water melted the salt,

and found himself sailing,

a leaf led her to the sea.

All he could do was say thank you.

Faced with such immensity,

and he never regretted it

of his great curiosity.

Angelina Fabiola Caminos