Formula One Race

Hectic battle A flock of Little more than twenty Sliding so swiftly Racing each other Moving over Slender wires Bending all over Intense fight Quest of Who wins first A matter of pride Collecting foods In between ways too Only to Rejoin so soon And back to business Final destination Heading to their colonies Settling in it finally Keeping them busy All the time Never withdrawing Their efforts Neither complaining About their path Whatever it may be Crests or troughs Doesn't matter Little ants Teaching us Time and again When you rest You rust!