I often am grateful for the vision of birds flying across the sky but how much more should we be thankful to the patient creatures like worms dwelling in the lowly earth.without them life would be impossible
Photo by kind permission of Mike Flemming 2015.Copyright
Winter weather,frost and sky,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red,
Watching out for seeded bread.
From the sun ,low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud though invisible,
Nothing that my eyes can see.
Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
But who loves the worms and slugs
And those creatures we call bugs.
So in our dark cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.
Without these worms ,our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
Midst the poppies bright red flowers
Revelling in soft summery bowers.
Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders,let’s give thanks.
As the lightness needs the dark,
From darkness come life giving sparks.
Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Quiet and patient like these worms,
Nature‘s lowness is my theme