The poem

 The Father

  In the world of ants, a tiny laborer toils

   

  Carrying a burden among the fertile soils

   

  A sugar cube?, towering high and grand!

  

  In the ant's small world, a mighty demand

   With legs moving swiftly, a noble feat

  

   The ant marches on, never facing defeat

  Through grass and gravel, he perseveres

  

  Against the odds, shedding no tears

  

  A symbol of resilience in the world so vast

  

  A lesson in fortitude, meant to last

   Oh, tiny ant, with your mighty load

   

   You teach us lessons on life's rugged road

   

   The power of persistence, in your tiny frame

  

   A reminder that even the smallest can claim

   

   So onward he trudges, with unwavering might , 

  

   For his little kingdom..!