The Curiosity of the Worm

The tree holds the moon in its gaze as the passerby walks its way

The tread of the tire presses against the dirt

A forgettable impression to the passerby in possibility

But the organism notices the change in an instant

As its engulfed in the chaos of the earth

The worm catches the early world

Hearts of many, it beats with the surrounding soil

Moving into the treks of the tracks to see what the fuss is about

Food for thought sitting right next to the tree

The book reads as the passerby looks

Deep into the river as the cattails perch

Wondering if the hearts of many can flow in time

The peck of the bird sounds in the distance if the passerby heard

The ripple will notice the water as it floats

A fractal of a glance will gleam in the moon as it reflects the eye of the owl

It spins its head to see the night

Wondering if the glance it glanced was right

The wind whispers truth if you lay silent on the hill

The locus could find if the soul stood still

The still could surprise you if the heart would want

To notice the noise of the silence of the wilderness