Music of love by a worm

You are saying, you are a worm.

Then I am the soil for you.

In the soil you tilled,

I shall grow flowers and the coffee.

Flowers of different colors.

Coffee splashing the aroma into the air.

When the wheel of time rotates,

Clouds will rain.

Sun will glow their gloss.

In the breeze, they will swing.

In the storm, they will dance.

Rose and Coffee will write new poems.

While you crawl in their leaves,

To remind me as a worm,

Until you end in my soil.

Then the last dance in the

Womb of earth by all the worms.