Down There Beneath Our Feet

Down there beneath the plants
Down there beneath our feet
What has God created?
For us to someday meet

Could it be a shy centipede?
Or a tangled mass of roots?
Maybe a slimy, slow old snail
Or even a pair of two long shoots.

Perhaps a group of earthworms
Who always keep our garden fresh
Could it be some lichen?
Which acts like a filtering mesh?

What has God created?
Down beneath our feet
Maybe we won't find out
Until in heaven God gives us a seat