The Soil's Soliloquy
Eons ago, I was alive,
Death, a mere change of being
Enmeshed in the bowels of earth,
Tempered by the fiery Earthy ring.
Then pieces of my soul,
Broken over time and again
Rose to the surface,
Was rejuvenated by the rain.
The water ran through,
Quenching my thirst
Congealing the pieces of my soul,
Making soil from dust.
From the precious seeds of life,
I had nurtured within me
With the rain, tiny tendrils grew,
And bore a flower for the world to see.