The magic anthill

The Magic Anthill---

A long time ago or  recently, far away or  near, there was a little boy Miron. There are no small people, everything is only limited by time and opportunities, and Miron liked to watch the life of the family. Mom and Dad were one for him, even though they were so different. He peered into adult behavior patterns, but saw situations differently. What is clear to adults is not always clear to kids. If something is funny, then it is certainly for the pleasure of all those present, and if it is sad, then the joint circle of the family, like a talisman, closes relatives into a single whole, enclosing all relatives and relatives with powerful protection, who  appears as an unknown force, and the family becomes one powerful cloud that can bring rain or a rainbow with the sun. Such a holy flower - is a rainbow of thoughts, like a kind of prayer of heaven for goodness.
The sun was shining brightly on the street, and the birds were mimicking each other, competing in imitation of the wonders of the world, in which sounds and shapes were connected through the earthly elements in a tight bundle, reminding people that this world was before them and will be after and the time allotted by life is primarily the ability to hear earthly sounds distinguish earthly signs and be able to connect all this in his own song, which is unique for everyone. The presence of a musical ear and imitation of earthly happiness seekers birds is a gift that not everyone can receive, and if it does not work out to sing, then you can try to extract thoughts from musical instruments, or just pray sending goodness to all living things.
His own World in the general world is a reasonable person who, by studying the earthly elements, learns to win, lose, wait and play.In this case, waiting and playing are just waiting in the wings, echoing in the mind of all the pobe (dy) and pro . In this harmony of happiness, where each branch of a single tree with freshly baked foliage sings along to the beat of the wind preludes of affection and light, which are often not enough to be a winner already in adult games. This is a weapon of success, which is laid in the ability to see and hear details, summing them up one day, without distancing them from yourself, using them as a cure for uncertainty or doubt.After all, one wind in the field is a warrior, and in combination with the sun's rays surrounded by trees - a gentle breeze.
Something huge and scary appeared in front of Myron. He froze in horror. He had never before seen such a huge, black, moving mountain in front of which he stopped as if dug in. Thousands of inquisitive little eyes looked at him warily, ready to fight back. It was very unpleasant and scary for Myron.
These small, black, fearless warriors stood up as if in readiness for the last battle, and even the wind stopped for a while. This chilling silence did not predict the outcome and Miron involuntarily reached for a snag that was lying nearby, because he was scared and really wanted to protect himself from an unfamiliar opponent, whose vibration he felt through his skin. It was as if thousands of small goosebumps ran through his arms and legs, and the unknown shackled his mind. Miron gathered himself and picked up a snag in order to strike at these small bugs, who were not afraid of him and were so confident that it was frightening.

Once there was nothing on earth, it was wet and damp, the sun did not shine. Stardust rained down from above, and the big stars, going astray, stayed here forever, creating a star track on which there was no life yet. But soon, the moisture, like tears of the earth, begging for the birth of life, stuck together in the dance of rain with a grain of sand, and feeding each other with hope, they waited for what would happen next - because it's easier to be afraid if not alone, and the expectation passes much faster. The moisture gently enveloped the grain of sand, like a kind of spacesuit, in which the grain of sand was very comfortable. They lay on the earth's surface, not knowing that there is another life, and not even realizing that hundreds of the same particles can also find a soul mate in a drop of rain and wait in the wings, relying on fate. The grain of sand wanted to move, because the drop was soft, but cold and all movements were constrained by darkness, until one day...The sun appeared !
As if hearing the rustle of these watery-sand balls, which meekly made up their paths and paths on which neither man, nor beast, nor bird, and even more so insects, stepped foot.
The sun is our desires, and appears at the moment when we are ready to fulfill them. A certain spark of life that can awaken a certain movement in a person, animal, bird, bug, which generates a new life with all its diversity.
The sun was warming. The breeze did not allow the sun to burn these creatures and moved them from one side to the other, these earth are watery creatures,  under the heating of the gentle rays of the sun, wanted to move. As if small paws were formed from this creature, and it took the form of a trinity- of the elements of the earth, water and the windthey were   protected by them with the sun, a certain soul  (wet soul)
Creature could move, and many more of the same brothers, or sisters, who wanted to live and be part of this planet, watched nearby.
Since it is difficult to survive alone, they gathered in families. They found each other by a certain smell, which was inherent in different families, because different stars fell to the earth and each star left its own unique fluid. Some stars smelled of happiness, others of sadness. Imagine how many variants of emotions the sun, wind, earth and water can have! "What kind of emotions do you know?"
Miron thought about it. I know joy, tenderness, sadness, love, resentment... that's right! After all, if we did not know sadness, we would not know what joy is, and if there was only resentment, we would not know love.
Similarly, the families of ants were divided. But since one emotion cannot live without the energy of counteraction, these families quarreled - they were the same and did not understand the difference between them. Then they started looking for friends with different emotions and starting families. But it is very difficult to create a strong family and not everyone succeeds, so that there is harmony on earth, a thought was sent by the wind, and the sun gave charisma, but not to everyone!Otherwise it would be quarrels again .
Charisma is the ability to rally and lead many, not imposing your vision, but guessing other people's needs and creating a society capable of developing not for one day, but for millions of years, unless of course no other force interferes. But here you can only rely on the breeze ! What will it bring 7 Joy or sadness? But we need to remain calm and reasonable in all situations. After all, there is always a choice, and there is a lot of space on earth.
There were ants who sacrificed themselves so that their sisters would give birth to healthy offspring. After all, procreation is a very crucial moment, and if you do not control it or analyze the chains of related lines, then dead or sick ants may be born, which will not be able to reproduce healthy offspring and the genus will die out. No one knows how long to wait for the birth of life after that. therefore, parents  are very responsible!
Some ants have become warriors - after all, the house needs to be guarded. The house is a sanctuary, connected by the breeze, the sun, the earth and water, by our grandparents, who went to the world from which the ants appeared, in order to become a particle of the universe and a chain of the world mind, sending us bright thoughts and love.They are alive as long as we remember them ! After all , memory is immortal !
An ant crawled onto Myron's shoe. Miron was afraid - suddenly he would bite ...
No one bites without a reason, and curiosity led you to this anthill as well as an ant on your shoe!
Miron laughed happily. He wanted to touch this ant, but he remembered his mother's words that everyone on earth has their own smell and so as not to be disturbed and not to spoil the relationship of the ant with his brothers, Miron did not do this. He smiled, and it seemed to him that the little black beads of the ant smiled back at him.
He's probably crawling to his mom! Have a good trip!
At night, Myron had a wonderful dream where he himself was a little ant and created a soul house from household trifles, fastening them like puzzles with love, kindness, mercy and prudence.