The cycle of life

Old and dried with infrequent splinters a piece of rotten wood lies on the grass. Young ants with frequent bites stride over the wood and grass. A home is made for one and all the home will be for naught. In time the rain will come and wash the home away once more. a Seed was left by ant in wood and water helps it grow. Now up shoots sprout in soft clay ground as winter starts to slow. In time once more a lovely tree stands tall for one and all. Now comes the western wind once more and tree shakes and rattle. From high above a crack is heard as wood breaks free atlast. Falling in a spiral glide the wood comes to rest. a Ant on mission scout find a new strange home.