When Flying Too High Becomes Dangerous

You see someone rising fast— money coming, influence growing, voice getting louder.

And you think, Nothing can touch this one. Our elders will pause and say:

the flying ant will still fall to the toad. In one village, flying ants came

out after the rains. They filled the sky. One flying ant

rose higher than the rest. It laughed at the ground. Below,

a toad sat quietly near the path. It did not chase.

It waited. It forgot that wings get tired. It forgot that the night does

not last forever. And then— it fell. Straight into the waiting mouth of