In the quiet corners of our day,
Where whispers of routine lay,
There lies a tale, often unseen,
A fragment of our daily scene.

Nature’s call, a humble sign,
A ritual both yours and mine,
In the act, a truth profound,
Life’s circle, coming round.

From the earth, we draw our fare,
Sustenance in every share,
To the earth, we give it back,
Completing nature’s silent track.

So let us pause and understand,
This simple act, by nature planned,
In the mundane, life’s poetry found,
In every cycle, we are bound.