In the silent dawn, where shadows creep,
Beneath the sky so vast and deep,
Lies the tale untold, a humble heap,
Of life’s full circle, in nature’s keep.

From seeds to bloom, and then to dust,
The earth reclaims, as all things must,
In humble form, our lives adjust,
To nature’s call, return we trust.

The cycle turns, both grand and small,
In every rise and every fall,
A simple truth that binds us all,
In humble poop, we heed its call.

So let us honor, not disdain,
This quiet force, through sun and rain,
Embrace the earth, both loss and gain,
In every end, life’s start again.