For Those Whom Fear The Worm Poem by James McLain

Beneath the earth where we lay in sleep.
The worm that waits in silence keep.
It burrows through the damp brown leaves,
A keeper of the quiet home.

Do not fear its broad wide head,
Nor the way your body shake's,
For in the dark it serves the mound,
Where roots and bones alike are found.

It knows the secrets of the heart,
The quiet hum of life and death.
It turns the soil that feeds the root,
It's where the flowers grow and bloom.

So fear not when the earth it turns,
Or when you're leaves begin to burn.
The worm is but a part of life,
The guardian of the sorthern light.

Embrace it's depth and don't despair,
For in the soil, each tree there grows.
The worm that whisper's in your dreams,
These worm's will always find your room.