Beneath the soil another world to see
A wonderland of habitats concealed
A treasure trove of creatures moving free
No fear their precious homes will be revealed
A lively worm its purpose to digest
The debris, flower and stem that fade and die
A butterfly asleep, its shielding nest
A chrysalis, from which one day she’ll fly
Fascinating microscopic life forms
Divide and multiply under the ground
The snail snug in its house extends soft horns
Which sense the earthy perfumes all around
Seedlings unfurl their first leaves, green and fresh
A robin trills; the world with spring’s awash
3 comments:
I love that this is an ode to what is underground rather than above....we forget how wonderful and vital the world beneath our feet is. Enjoyed this read 😊
Thank you for your encouraging comments, I think many of my literary thoughts are about the earth and it’s creatures,I spend such a lot of time in reality, digging and delving!
Your best literary thoughts are probably about what makes you, you! I suspect this poem expresses important part of your unique literary voice 🙂
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