The soil speaks your name
On earthy tongue
Rich and slow to move
Like thick roots in Spring.
The rain sings of you
Splashing melodic notes
Into murky puddles
That stare up at constellations.
The leaves whisper to you
Rustling in amber, brown and gold
As if you were a treasure
Left from the days of Kings
But it is the soil
In it's dark enclosure
That truly knows you
And calls you home
Oncemore.