Grass
Green with envy of the Trees
“Why can’t I be that tall?” it asks.
But the Grass is content
There is no need for an answer

Trees
Tall towers of the land
Monuments reaching to the sky

Ants
Living in the Grasses and mounds
And Flies and Bugs
They all worship

There are gods of insects
Yes, there is fear and longing
Who are there gods, you ask?

Birds
Fly high in the air
Resting on the monuments

On the ground
Sacrifices for the survival of the Birds
Gods need food, offerings for appeasement

They strike, they eat
It is all right
It is just nature
This is the religion of the tiny
The small, and underknown creatures.

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