The soft soil slowly cools the emerging heat of spring
As it slips between my fingers I am reminded
That my home surrounds me:
It is in the sky where eagles fly;
The air where fresh winds bring warm tidings of change;
And beneath my feet that life is built in forgotten solitude.

Nature sparks within me...
Speaks through me...
With every earthy scent that raises as I till the ground
So to does my spirit reach for the heavens
When it remembers the kindred bond shared
From mother to son;
From sun to mother.

Here, I am connected, linked to the ethos of growth
Planting future generations that will always
Know my heart
Long past the day that entropy deems to return me
Back to the very soil that I never toil
To sow