An Ant’s Declaration of War
It is from here on the ground that I can see it: the pieces of the Sky that collide with the ground only to disappear after a time. Sometimes they're in form of water, sometimes they're like rock, other times soft and cold. No matter what they are deadly; our families are drowned and our friends crushed. The only thing we can do is watch.
You would think that the Sky would be kinder to us. It knows that we are little, that even if we climb to the tallest blade of grass or tree or even if we make it to the head of a great beast we could never reach it. If we can't even touch the it, why would we have a quarrel with it? How could we have angered it?
We have tried many times to make peace with it, but it seems to want to maintain the gap between us. We are fine with this. We would be fine with this if not for the Sky's merciless attacks on us. At times it floods our homes and washes them away. It is during these times that we wonder if a peace could ever be reached, if it simply believes us to be toys for its own amusement.
We cannot let this stand. We will be as unrelenting as the Sky and will fight our way to it. No matter what it takes we will find a way to meet it and to bridge the gap, because we will be treated this way no longer.