Just This

Moving mountains and filling seas, a grand endeavor, shifting sand and stones with united will;
       Towering buildings, magnificent and majestic, living in peace and prosperity, life's splendor.
       From the heavens, it resembles ants building nests, swarming together to move sand and soil;
       Nests form colonies, eggs are laid and hatched, natural disasters destroy them, and they rebuild elsewhere.
       Your greatness, I am not lesser; through countless trials, the cycle repeats;
       A life of busy toil ends in stillness, looking back, the boundless sky remains.
       Bound by attachments, utterly unaware, lost in struggles, it is but dust;
       Bodies arise and perish, dust and illusions vanish, yet even one speck of dust surpasses it in constancy.