I fall down,
tear off from my mother,
jumping hard,
to reach her again,
but it’s all vain.
The waiting wind,
drifts me to the river,
Bidding last goodbye.
Worn-out in solitude,
floats on unknown destiny.
In midway, there is storm,
it can even move mountains.
I see poor ant losing the balance,
rotating in centripetal,
trails by projectile,
and lands in one piece on me.
Now the journey sets on,
with arrival of new passenger.
I coil my sides,
into a dome tent .
Split aquatics air bubbles,
Come cross rocky pebbles,
Climbs up and down
at every fall and rise of water.
The safest place of earth
is in reach after.
I left the ant there,
heading to another adventure.