Exposure

Rocks, soil and roots. All very peaceful, perhaps not quite beautiful, but still, there's plenty to be said for peaceful. But then some roots are cut away, a rock loosened, thrown in the heap, and insects innumerable are suddenly exposed, presumably just having been living in idyllic if crowded and swarming harmony, but now they're scurrying in every direction, each for itself, all in the frantic search for some dark nook to hide away in, for what kind of eyes might see one if exposed to this light for too long, and any length at all, after all, is too long.