Where Are The Worms? Poem by Garret Raja

Where are the worms that used to be?
In waters stagnant, wild and free,
When I was but a child, you see,
They thrived and danced with glee.

A vessel filled with water pure,
Left undisturbed for days, I'm sure,
Would soon reveal a wondrous sight,
As worms emerged in morning light.

But now I weep for what's been lost,
The worms have paid an awful cost.
For pesticides and preservation's claim,
Have tainted waters with their poisonous aim.

I ponder apples, fresh and bright,
That keep their beauty, day and night.
No blemish forms, no sign of decay,
Though weeks have passed, they're still at bay.

Oh, where are the worms that once did feast,
On nature's gifts, on fruits released?
Their absence tells a somber tale,
Of food made safe, but life turned stale.

For food that spoils, that quickly turns,
Is not a curse, but a lesson learned.
It tells us nature's cycle true,
That life begets life, as it's meant to do.

Let us cherish the worms and all they bring,
For in their absence, we lose the spring.
The rot, the decay, the warmth and strife,
Are signs of life's eternal rife.

So let us rise against the tide,
Of pesticides and toxins wide.
Embrace the worms, their humble birth,
And cherish foods that soon unearth.

Where are the worms that once did thrive?
In waters pure, and fruits alive,
Let us restore the balance lost,
And reclaim what nature's tempest tossed.

For food that's fresh, yet fades so fast,
Is the sustenance that will long last.
In worms and rot, we find our way,
To an environment where life can stay.

Where are the worms? I ask again,
Let us answer this plea, my fellow men.
For in their absence, we pay a price,
And lose the harmony of paradise.