It struggles for air.
It sees the colors of baby blue and white,
Straight through the cracks above,
And It latches onto hope.

Prying itself bit by bit towards hope,
It continues towards the baby blue.
It blissfully says goodbye to the ants,
While the ants tearfully send salutations.

They do not understand Its motives.
They are satisfied,
With their crumbs and leftovers.
They do not perceive it as monotony,
But as an endearing existence to be enjoyed.

One ant peeks above itself,
And does what others cannot comprehend.
He sees the baby blue, and sees the hope.
Climbing bit by bit towards the crack.

Upon reaching hope, the ant inhales life.
In and out— In and out.
A cold breeze whooshed past his antennas,
While a powerful sensation overcame his body:
It was a revelation.

But just as quickly as the sensation came,
— It was gone.
As the ant was crushed by large soles.
Feet continued to trample his lifeless body,
Ensuring his hope had been erased.

The tremors of the feet resonated throughout.
Ants panicked as their civilization shook,
Some inquired where he had went,
But soon enough, he was forgotten.
He had trespassed the boundaries of ant life.

However, It continued the journey,
Disregarding any chaos around.
It dragged Its green tendrils,
Utilizing them to pull It further up.

Rocks fell around It,
While It moved onwards.
The falling rocks dropping to the ants,
Evoking discord and disorder in ant life.

It paid no heed,
It had a greater destination.
It continued to grow onwards.
It continued to climb upwards.

The crack grew larger,
And larger, and larger.
The crack became closer,
And closer, and closer.

The tendrils extended to all the walls,
Pushing It up further.
As It reached hope, It peaked Its head.
Its beautiful yellow head reared out of the crack.

The flower had grown to its limits,
Done what It had been expected to do.
Done what It had wanted to do.
Yet what was there?

The sky was no longer baby blue.
The hope had left, to be replaced by bitterness.
The sky was gray,
And there were only ignorant passing people,
Living life without acknowledgement of Its feat.

Sadness had overcome the flower.
It had grown all this time for a life beyond,
Beyond the confines of the crack.
Yet, there was little beyond, but more of the same,
Just many, many more ants.