Unseen

Below the sea, unknown to me, Are many things I cannot see And on the ground, I look around And know more things unseen abound. For there are worms the rain confirms And in the air a billion germs, Plus many bugs ‘neath Nature’s rugs, Which hide along with snails and slugs. What’s also real that we can feel, But needn’t see, but helps us deal Is how we know, though it won’t show, When we should stick around or go.