On Our Ant Trail

The Universe is alive.

She sees our path ahead.

And what we have passed by.

Are some more worthy than the rest 

When she whispers, “Take a different path."?

Or does chaos distract? Leaving most to blind fate.

We only see a short distance around us.

Time is just a moment, a memory, a hope.

Each of us has fallen trees that stop our progress.

Detours that slow us down,

Hills to climb and overcome

As we walk our ant trails of possibilities.