The tunnels go deep in this hidden world.
Crawling along on ones belly to places unspoiled.
Thundering giants walk overhead.
The earth trembles as you lie down to bed.
The rains come to spoil your rest.
Back to the surface would suit you the best.
Rivers of water then flood your home
As you look for high ground with dire concern.
Escaping to live for another day;
the sun dries the earth and leads the water away.
Forcing the earth to open once more,
You look for a place you’ve never explored.
The ground trembles and a steel wall blocks your way
And you’re brought to the surface riding a spade.
Your pulled from your home and placed in a jar
Then gently laid down in the seat of a car.
You travel for miles then come to a brook
Where you’re taken from the jar and placed on a hook.
Don’t be so concerned, such is the life of a worm.