The cylindrical invertebrate slimy worm
In tributaries of tubes they live, love and squirm
In winter they'd burrow deep in their borrowed land
Duty bound to keep fertile every pasture valley and gland
And they never wish to see the light
They're the secret agents often out of sight
After the snow had melted in spring they'd sense it's time
They'd wriggle up to the surface by the stones and grime
In a tunnel of love two creatures of the soil
Wrap armless with every love's coil
As he and she naked in their darkest plot
Copulating by the roots in a devine spot

One summer day some boys dug up his porous home
And found the worm sleeping alone
With no limbs to fight helpless to flee
And no eyes to see no mouth to plea
They took him to a river not to bath him but for bait
They pierced him toss him into the water and wait
That's how he was introduced to the fish
That didn't know he's a palatable dish
Didn't know before how a worm looked
Like being curious bites it now it's hooked
Yet a life unfold in the earth to soldier on strive
Perhaps atonement for sins done in the previous life

But you should never belittle the lowly worm
For his contribution to our ecosystems
As he eats and excrete and fertilize the soil to be repeated
Continuously as the nutrient absorbed into the roots spirited
By the veins to blades of grasses, plants and trees in turned
Fosters leaves and greens the Earth but no rewards he earned
For this important role stimuli variance of grass and vegetable
As food for human and cattle to be exited through the bowel
To be eaten by the worm again and again the cycle goes
Till he dies under an autumn leaf consumed by his own compose
Yet unbeknownst to what significance to us he has brought
But look and behold to the rustic hero hard at work in the sod