Soil/soul

I reach down into mother earths moistened, dark soil
Her richness is still wet from the cold mornings dew left by Mr. Winter
She has kept her promise of becoming something new & fresh as the new year brings new days
Her greatness is unkept, no one could hold all of the richness and beauty she promotes
She has guided our ancestors paths thru dark nights and long summer days
Rooted with hard clay rocks, dusted  broken tree limbs& soft withery grass
She has promoted much growth with each passing season
Only changing her textures slightly to incorporate all the goodness that surrounds her(embades her)
Large cranes, rooters and tractors have beaten her soil, but Mother earth remains
Warm, gentle as the touch of a babys hand, but firm as the rock of Girbraulter
Trees sit, listening & swaying to her every word(beat),as she guides them into great seasons
Rain flows into her soil and bubbles up the earthly treasures we sometimes overlook
Long slimy worms, old, rusted bottle caps, small rigid rocks with crusted diamond dust sides
She has given us much love with her untimely, patterns of growth
As we remember that soil is a great commodity
It is also where we as beings started
From ashes to ashes, return us dust to dirt(dust)
Soil....so.il...soil....sou...sol..soul