Tree worms we
grew up on
green leaves
and ingenuity

crawled across
paths of floss
to each slow day
and toiled away

we built a grave
when we grew brave
and wrapped the frame
with hearts of change

Could the dream
of metal and steam
weather the storm
and be reborn?

Wrap us in the earthen power
and we will sleep another hour
in our cocoon of cogs and gears
until we answer these modern fears

Nature begets invention
and leads us to ascension
Then we will find a higher sky
like a clockwork butterfly