Just This

Moving mountains and filling seas, a grand endeavor;

Shifting sand and transporting stones, united as one.

Tall buildings and great mansions, magnificent and majestic;

Living in peace and contentment, life's splendor and glory.

Viewed from the heavens, like ants building nests;

Ants working together, carrying sand and moving earth.

Nests form colonies, safely laying and hatching eggs;

Natural disasters destroy them, so they rebuild elsewhere.

Your greatness is no match for my resilience;

Enduring calamities thus, in endless cycles.

Toiling through a lifetime, ultimately returning to stillness;

Looking back, only the boundless firmament remains.

Bound by worldly attachments, utterly unaware;

Lost in contention, mere dust and sand.

Bodies arise and perish, dust illusions vanish;

The only thing unchanging is less than a clod of earth.