An Ant Sometimes Makes Us Feel Just Right

A sentence starts out like an ant lost in a large grass field,
where his family cannot find her.
Looking around, all she sees is green strands,
all different sizes, and occasionally another bug or two.
The ant must dig her way around,
make the best of what she has
and work hard so that she may finally get to her family.

We, the readers, are her family,
and the ant is looking for us.
But once she finds us,
the struggle is not over.
She must bring us food,
even if it is only piece by piece,
until finally we are full.

Sometimes the ant takes a while
to feed us properly.
She often brings us the wrong food
veering off track from her goal.
Eventually, if the ant is effective,
she will be able to feed us well,
leaving us not too bloated,
not too hungry, but just right,
just like the first sentence can be.