Caffeinated ants

run around ‘til

they return to earth

then to plants. Still,

the wind provides

cool for the ant hill.

And the mound

rearranges into sand.

Seals lay around

and soak the sun up.

The old man

tells jokes ‘til his guy busts.

The mother splits the food.

Though, there’s not much.

And the sun graces the kid’s

cheek with a warm touch.

What a petty picture of a

mundane scene.

There are many blessings

That we can’t see.

Hiding in the shade

of sun-bathed leaves.

Mirrors don’t shine

With the same gleam

Like they used to

In younger days.