Little plastic windows on my dresser by my bed—I watched them dig their tunnels, every single tiny thread. Mama said they’re working, building cities underground. But this morning when I woke up… they weren’t making any sound.
A gentle, wistful folk ballad about a child named Lily who writes a heartfelt letter to the ant farm company after her beloved ants pass away, requesting new friends and promising to take better care of them this time.