In the quiet of the morning’s call,
A humble act, unnoticed by all.
Nature’s rhythm, in its gentle way,
Guides the cycle of night and day.
Beneath the soil, where roots entwine,
Life nourished by what we leave behind.
A cycle complete, in earth’s embrace,
Bringing forth life, a sacred space.
The silent echoes of what is shed,
Whisper stories of lives once led.
In the soil, secrets softly keep,
A testament to lifeâs quiet leap.
So let us honor this simple grace,
A part of the dance in nature’s space.
Where beginnings and endings softly blend,
In the endless cycle that has no end.