In the quiet corners of our days,
Where unseen processes unfold,
Lies a tale of humble decay,
Of stories seldom told.

Beneath the soil, in darkness deep,
A transformation takes its course,
The remnants of our daily sweep,
Become nature’s vital force.

What once was waste, now nutrient,
A cycle old as time itself,
Through life and death, so diligent,
Nature’s book upon the shelf.

So let us not disdain the small,
The things we often overlook,
For in each humble drop and fall,
Lies the wisdom of nature’s book.