Ground

When I feel low,
The world is too high to reach
Even on my tippy toes
I cannot see beyond the feet
Of those who walk fearlessly, boldly, freely
The ones who are part of the world.

'Hello' 
My tiny voice shrieks
But it's too small for anyone to hear
Other than the ants by my side.

Even the ants are too busy 
making the world their oyster
With their tenacity and efficiency.
If I was the queen of the ants,
being low wouldn't be so bad.

If I lower my head down
I shall see what's underneath:
There is a world here -
And it's fearless and bold and free
And it welcomes even the smallest of us. 
It's the world of the ground --
Where roots need to be planted
For trees to be born.
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