If I were an ant, I would climb all the way to the top of this tree. I would look out upon the world with my tiny eyes and see that it was good. I would look up at the sun and I would kiss it. From a secret hiding spot, I would quietly adore the birds. I would feel the wind upon me and I would sing songs to it. I would taste the rain and dine on the sap at the very tippy top of the great tree. And when I was finally full, I would climb all the way down, down into the ground, and what tales I would have to tell!