The Worm Forgives the Plough - The Boy Least Likely To

In my heart, I can still feel

Every turn of the tractor wheel

Budded furrows cut across the hillside

Over the fields in the sunshine

And it hurt, but I still grew

With every clumsy punch I threw

Up in anger, at the empty summer sky —

I saw the world from the underside

And when the worm began to turn

As it squirmed in the palm of my hand;

I began to understand.

.

Why it is

The worm forgives the plough

In my heart I can still feel

Every turn of the tractor wheel

As we cower in the shadow of the plow

Chewing us up and spitting us out

As we fall our way back down

Into the earth and underground

I discover that even a little worm

Has its ways of taking revenge on the world

And when the worm began to turn

As it squirmed in the palm of my hand;

I began to understand.

.

Why it is

The worm forgives the plough

Why it is

The worm forgives the plough