Overgrown

It's just a patch of vacant land
Overgrown with weeds,
And everyday the passer-by
Pays scarcely any heed.

But little do the humans know
That hidden deep beneath
The tall grass and thick undergrowth
A village you will meet.

In one corner a snake lays still
Sleepy from its meal,
Down a path, an earthworm creeps
So slowly through the fill.

A spider keeps watch in its web
Waiting for its prey,
To fly in unsuspectingly
From just a mound away.

The crickets in their happy mood
Are chirping loud and clear,
While bugs and bees fly through the wood
Buzzing in one's ears.

All this while the human thinks
There's not much underneath,
It's just a patch of vacant land
Overgrown with weeds.

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Overgrown