Crunching sound beneath my feet,
The feeling of oneness with the dust,
From which I was made,
Every step brings me deeper into my past.
I see it now, the gift of life,
Sprouting from the depths of the earth,
From what we deem lifeless,
Life emerges, in all its fullness.
My toes run through the soft soil,
Each grain screams out a testimony of a million years,
Each stone would cry if they could,
Watching our world nearing its doom.
The fault in our world is not out there,
It is in here,
In the hearts of reckless, egoistic men,
The men who could not care less.
Soil, sand and peat,
Rocks, stones and clay,
All interspersed together,
Designed without fault.
The Creator is all-loving,
Designed us the way we are,
With complete freedom,
And maybe that’s where our flaw lies…
