Recursion - DG Fletcher

There's an ant on a leaf tracking trails left behind Living life in a world it knows well It doesn't know the little mites and microbes it holds But to them the ant is all of their world. If a hand reaches down lifts the ant off the ground What does it think happened at all? Recursive shapes scaling up and out and beyond Showing life as a shape we can tell The ant doesn't measure the sky up above And reach to fly over the world. We are stuff made of stars reaching up off the ground We're the universe knowing itself. Do you think that we are just like the ants Living life in a world we know well But we see the ants and the microbes and plants And we know we're not all of the world. There's no hand reaching down to pick us up off the ground We must learn to do it ourselves.