When the mountains rise, can the small ants speak?
I'm an ant between these mountains waiting to grow...
With a smile on my face, I know
that those hooves sooner or later would land
On my beautiful face and lo! I would be no more
Reborn I would be though
and this time, I want to be a white kite
Able to fly high up on clouds and feel lite
No hooves to catch me this time
Then I sure will enjoy those chimes...