Beneath our feet, the soil does lie,
A tapestry woven by nature’s sigh.
Each grain a story, each clod a tale,
Of life, of death, under the veil.

Roots delve deep, in search of grace,
In the dark, they find their place.
Through storms and sun, they intertwine,
A silent dance, a sacred sign.

From dust we came, to dust return,
In the soil, our spirits yearn.
A cycle endless, a bond so tight,
In earth’s embrace, we find our light.

With every step, we mark the ground,
A fleeting trace, a subtle sound.
The soil endures, with patience grand,
Cradling life, with gentle hand.