One Voice

I am but a lowly worm and yet, dare I to rise to dream a dream I see above among all those who fly ... the songs I hear from feathered ones donned in bright apparel, harmonies so sweet and clear of freedoms in the larger world above all I can see as I inch along this dusty road I must keep ever vigilant, for treacherous is this path I take and surely doomed if I, a worm remain can I, a lowly worm aspire to greater heights believed as viewed from my vantage point here, under grassy leaves is there life for me elsewhere around the chosen few, to dwell among those with wings above who have seen the promised views, or is my fate sadly sealed no hope for those like me ...