In a world where ants live in colonies,
United in purpose, they toil as one,
Sharing food with their fellow kin,
Gathering sugar, leaves, and fallen remains.

Birds, early risers, greet the dawn,
Their mornings aflame with fervent desire,
Throughout the day, they toil and strive,
Providing for offspring, but not hoarding for self.

Tigers, lions, leopards roam the forest,
Thriving together, in harmony they reside,
Hunting only when hunger's grip is firm,
Peaceful coexistence, no need for force.

Yet, we humans, lazy and consumed by greed,
Yearn for riches without labor's touch,
We stoop low, even to the act of murder,
No relative, friend, or family is spared.

Wealth, a virtue when shared with measure,
An excess of honey invites thieving souls,
For every dollar and pound we amass,
Enemies, disguised as friends, multiply.

What worth is wealth if it breeds only foes?
What value lies in poverty that repels kin?
Extremes birth a society of malice and spite,
Wisdom lies in displaying wealth with grace.