It
is cool and dark down here
Snuggled
tightly deep underground
Wound
around the roots of an old cedar tree
I
would dig myself out for all to see
There
would be no solitude quiet or safety
So
here I stay secure in the grasp of this old tree
No
one here to haunt me no one here to taunt me
The
years roll by here I lie rotting away day by day
As the tree grows taller the less there is of me
All
you’ll find should search for me, is bones
There
may still be worms lovingly eating me
But
that is the way it is supposed to be
If
you want the cool and dark
I
invite you down underground
I
will wait to help you see
It’s
not so bad being part of the tree
So
come along with the worms and me
©Saroya
Poirier June 17, 2012
