The soft moist earth,
Is alive and filled with mirth.
The crops grow in the soil,
Nourished and grown from birth.
There is magic in the soil,
Wrapped in its moistened foil.
The magic is abundant in the earth,
Making it possible for plants to thrive.
Creating life and activity in a beehive.
The magic within the soil and earth,
Gives rise to a population from its birth.
There is a magical code in the soil,
One that does not destroy or spoil.
It makes it possible for life to form,
It makes it possible for plants to grow.
There is magic mixed into the earth,
That brings forth the freshest crops,
A bountiful harvest bursts forth every season,
Hard work and prosperity are the reason.
There is a hidden meaning in the soil,
That makes humanity grow and progress.
There is a secret that is buried in the soil,
Which makes countries and people flourish.
That secret helps to prepare a tasty dish.
The soil contains its special magic,
One that is more powerful,
Then a simple parlor trick.
The soil holds a secret formula,
That connects it to the cosmic star.
We are closer to the soil than we imagine.
We are connected by a celestial cord,
That has no ending and no beginning.
We are the children of the cosmic earth,
From the genesis of our mortal birth.
Outstanding I love the articulation of words just amazing!
The magic within the soil and earth,
Gives rise to a population from its birth.
There is a magical code in the soil,
One that does not destroy or spoil.
It makes it possible for life to form,
The soil holds a secret formula,
That connects it to the cosmic star.
We are closer to the soil than we imagine.
We are connected by a celestial cord,
That has no ending and no beginning.
We are the children of the cosmic earth,
From the genesis of our mortal birth.
Thank you Brodie, I love to watch the images appear and the story unfold in my mind, as I write. It is a lovely experience.