Winged Termite

She's such a little one
Barely bigger than a penny
So dainty and so vulnerable
With wings like gossamer
A body almost clear
Six little legs tumbling
She's got a mission on her mind
One of a million
Millions of trillions
She flies with her kin
Bringing a mist to the skies
As thousands of wing pairs hum
A chordant tune of choice
She takes to the skies, free
With one thing on her mind
As those around her are eaten
Mercilessly devoured in gulps
She leaves the tower safe
She flies on and on
Past the wildfire and the storm
Past the winged finch and the eater
Past the bug and the swishing tail
The grubs that she eats
And the grubs that eat her
Those that lie in wait
And those that don't
That are victims of opportunity
Past them she thrives
As all her kin dies
And she flies on, flies on
Past dangers worse
And problems harder
To make finally a rest
A small nest, and next
She gives birth
To millions and trillions
To thousands of her new kin
All another generation
To build another tower
Of clear bodies and tiny jaws
All hail to the new queen