Early Worm

Early worm moors on a leaf

As silver dewdrop, hanging steers

Ridged veins; stem tall and stiff.

Lazy, others call, and veer, through

Yellow mosaics, sunlit brief:

What yawning dawn awaits for it!

One pinkish worm, yet ready, will

Rest its head on buttered bread:

Music from a greening leaf.

Dew-mosaic twinkles golden,

Jingles in the waking dawn.

Singing birds choir for them:

The early worm catches the sun.