In the middle of the road, there was a worm <br />Looking at him, I stopped <br />Out of no way; he was trying to find direction <br />Did he know where he must go? <br />I asked <br />The beauty of the sun, so clear <br />After the rain, there full of light <br />All bright, the smokeless sky <br />So clear, as I said <br />The worm on the road <br />As God, he who felt, so deep <br />Opened the heart, he took the worm <br />As its sweet will, said so <br />A burning skin, to show fair <br />The worm must wear <br />In his question for direction <br />Returned to God, heaven above the sun <br />And still, the beauty of the day <br />After the rain <br />So clear, the image of the worm <br />As I said <br />And so days and nights <br />I searched and searched <br />Deep searches inside <br />The flashing of the moment he died <br />Did he know where he must go? <br />The worm must die after the rain <br />Beside an endless meadow <br />There was that worm, lying on the road <br />He could not see under the sun <br />Add still my question <br />I asked what meaning to me <br />The worm had brought <br />Direction, nothing but misconception <br />Why, why <br />The worm must die after the rain <br />Too soon my friend God said <br />My answer for you still far away <br />For you, had many years to stay<br /><br />Beo Nguyen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-the-worm-must-die-after-the-rain/
