A wriggly worm

That lives in soil,

Enriching it with

Its trouble and toil.

 

A wriggly worm

With nowhere to go,

Yet where it will stop,

Nobody knows.

 

Twisting and turning

In random places,

This worm is a creature

Of many faces.

 

Turbulence shows

In every crack.

As far as turning goes,

She has the knack.

 

Twisting and turning

In outer space,

For this worm is a wormhole

And she twists with grace!