GLOW-WORMS
In the darkness, in the damp,
shallow cave beneath the tall
cliffs that cause the waterfall,
each a tiny, blue-green lamp
on the damp, black basalt wall,
crowding glow-worms softly gleam
by the moon-touched pool and stream.
Each a star they shine in small
constellations, here alone
on their sky of night-black stone.
Though I know that there are reasons,
causes for their strange display
and that wonder, like their shining,
fades away in plain, bright day,
yet, within this silent darkness,
gazing without explanation,
how I feel the secret, glowing,
soft enchantment of creation.
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