Douglas Florian

The Termites

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The Termites

Our high and mighty termite mound arises far above the ground, and just as deep, grows underground. Our nest is blessed to be immense. It gives us all a firm defense, superior to any fence. It shields us from our enemies. It keeps us cooler, by degrees. From floods and droughts it guarantees. A prize nobody will assign in architectural design, but still our hill suits us just fine.