Purpose

In the bustling anthill, a hero stands,

A male ant, purposeful in these lands.

With strength and diligence, he's called to be,

A noble soldier, serving selflessly.

No queen to mate with, no kingdom to own,

His purpose lies in a mission unknown.

He labors with vigor, in humble stride,

For the survival of the colony, he'll abide.

From dawn till dusk, he toils and defends,

For his purpose lies in the greater amends.

He supports his sisters, the workers so true,

Ensuring their safety, their lives he'll pursue.

With unwavering loyalty, he takes his place,

A guardian of the colony's thriving grace.

His purpose unfolds in the tasks he'll fulfill,

A male ant's duty, undying and still.

Though his life may be brief, his worth is grand,

A testament to purpose, guided by nature's hand.

So let us honor the male ant's noble quest,

Embracing our purpose, for we are equally blessed.

For in unity and service, we find our own worth,

Inspired by the male ant, who carries the Earth.

In the tapestry of life, each role has its part,

A reminder that purpose resides in every heart.