Will of a worm

The Smallest Creature to have ever been seen,
Had an easier life, than poor old me.
And the largest of man, could walk
with out reason, where as I must not treason.

But for I am old, I must pass on the news.
You will be sought after, and hunted,
Your freinds will be used as bait,
And maybe you will be capatured,
But lets pray a differnt fate.

Animals above will scurry to see,
What we are, so small, so tiny.
Felines of the like, will love to play our body,
never to conisider that we need it to.

We will lose a few limbs, but
they will return. We will
lose a few freinds, a brother
or two, but we will see them again
when our time is through.

So young worm, warrior to be
Dont rest in that hole for eternity.
That sunlight may burn,
And the fish just mite bite,
But what is living life,
With out just a little bit of fright?