Divinity

He holds up his hand filled with fine sugar,
Waits to find the ants with the most perseverance,
The li'l ones who don't tire of climbing slippery surfaces,
Who sustain in unsuitable environment bravely,
Who peer into nooks and crannies with undying enthusiasm,
A dogged determination to find a speck of food if not a smorgasbord.

He then scatters a small crystal here, a small one there,
And watches patiently as His subjects search,
The ones who give up are given a scant reward,
As a consolation for the effort in reaching there,
For He is very generous and kind,

But it is the ones who keep at it, that He really takes interest in,
The ones who search; do their job; work hard,
When He knows you deserve it, He releases his tight grip,
And there you have a mound of sugar - sweet triumph over the ant's own self!