Worm and Man - A Dance of Life

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Born like a worm,

Little and low,

Crawling through dust

Where quiet shadows grow.

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Beneath the sun, life starts its dance,

Where roots and hidden worlds entwine,

From humble soil our stories rise,

In earth’s embrace our spirits shine.

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Man stands tall with boastful sound,

His voice may echo far and wide,

Yet he forgets the silent ground

Where ancient truths and worms abide.

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Tiny worms in patient grace

Whisper softly from below,

Of time and space and nature’s place,

Where every living being must go.

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But breath will fade and bodies fall,

Pride dissolves in dust again,

Returning gently to the call

Of earth-the oldest home of men.

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Then worms appear in silent peace,

Not as foes but nature’s art,

Ending fear, bringing release,

Returning life where all must start.

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So worm and man,both small and grand-

Begin and end in nature’s blend,

Part of the same eternal plan,

Quiet companions in the end

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I speak as one who walks this fragile earth,

No greater than the worm beneath the soil.

Let pride fall quiet; learn the truth of dust-

In humble ground we find what makes us whole

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