Tumbling Over Worms

O, I shall be a slave to love
In seed, a sap I’ll be

Me merry martyr loves to shove
When cliff is over sea

Or I could be just an earthworm
Who doesn’t think too much
I would be free to dig and squirm
Until the sky I touch

A high is up,  a low is down
Free means – I was once caught
To gain a smile and lose your frown
Let go of worthless thought


About Uncle Tree

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2 thoughts on “Tumbling Over Worms

  1. me2watson says:

    Confidence is to rock

    As faith is to a hard place

    Doubt lies in the middle

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