By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Beneath moistened leaves and winter greens,
in shadows born and worlds unseen,
creatures thrive in mulch and dreams,
enacting purposeful life.
Within the crystal enriched brown earth,
an army toils without tire or mirth,
intent of duty and incessant birth,
the cycle of life upheld.
Flourishing shadow insects learn,
of fervent activity and structure earn,
a society strong and order discerned,
adhere to inborn life.
Creatures blind with plump white flesh,
burrow deep and strive reflect,
the cycle rich the earth to fill,
with nutrients great for growth instilled.
While other tiny insect legs,
a blur of motion protect their eggs
and feed upon the broken plants,
and renew the earth while creatures dance.
Beneath the moistened leaves today,
a world invests in nature’s play,
the unending lives of creatures small,
profuse and vibrant and giving all.
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