You are the grains, refined
You are the nutrients they need
You are their roots, their anchor
You are their stem.
Your birth is still something they are trying to comprehend
They are trying to wrap themselves around you
They are seeking shelter beneath you
They have already realised that you are the Soil
There are many that can’t stand the taste of you
As if Soil was supposed to taste good
But you continue to fertilise their growth
You continue to provide them with their survival
Your birth alone is only but the beginning
Your birth is a sign of hope
It is a sign of prayer
Are a praise poem.
You are the Soil of Earth
And we should never treat life as carelessly as this.