Here is a nature poem that I wrote in 10th grade for a poetry contest that turned out to be a possible scam. I have extensively updated and revised it so that only stanzas 2,3,6, and 9 are mostly of the original poem; all the rest I recently added. I was inspired to write this nature poem after reading about the incredible symbiosis between acacia trees and acacia ants. I hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think!
Acacia and Her Ants
Across the Savannah looms Elephant;
Lumbers towards her, flexing his deadly trunk;
Intends to tear from her trunk, chunk by chunk,
Make her, proud Acacia, a sycophant.
The vigils of her thorns, each a slim, sharp knife,
Her solid, strong branches, her tough woody bark:
All nothing, to Elephant she is stark!
If not for Ants, he’d steal her leaves and life.
Ants are Acacia’s loyal regiment,
Crooked, comely, small; drawn by cause greater:
To guard Acacia, Ants’ Alma Mater.
From her flows food, fueling their sentiment.
“Snap!”, the trunk coils and strikes like a snake,
Sends tremors of torment trem’bling through her,
Arouses Ants’ alacritous nature,
Assembles armies for Acacia’s sake.
Tracking the tremors, Ant’s swarm to attack,
Mandibles mauling hungry gray mountain.
A million minuscule munches’ rain,
Not in vain, drives El’phant, though not slain, back!
Quitting her nectaries, home Ants crawl to,
Ent’ring her homely thorn hollows, now calm.
Full-bellied resting, quelling ev’ry qualm,
Rejuvenates her Cryptozoic crew.
Acacia allures ants and elephants,
The latter by nature, the former by need.
But, unbeknownst to her, both she must feed:
Without Elephant’s worry, she would wean Ants.
Needing nectar, Ants abscond: empty homes,
Ants afar, attract atrocious tenants:
Gracilis ferrugineus supplants.
Acacia, sans Ants, to gruesome gloams roams.
Harmoniously they serve each other,
Ants are children, Acacia is mother.
Wond’rous ’twas how they were brought together,
We’ll only know when free from mortal tether.