Unseen

Below the sea, unknown to me,

Are many things I cannot see

And on the ground, I look around

And know more things unseen abound.

 

For there are worms the rain confirms

And in the air a billion germs,

Plus many bugs ‘neath Nature’s rugs,

Which hide along with snails and slugs.

 

What’s also real that we can feel,

But needn’t see, but helps us deal

Is how we know, though it won’t show,

When we should stick around or go.