Beneath our feet, the soil whispers low,
A tale of roots and seeds that grow.
In every grain, a world unfolds,
A story ancient, yet untold.

The hands that till, the rains that fall,
The soil receives and nurtures all.
A bed for life, both small and grand,
The silent strength of every land.

Through seasons harsh and days of grace,
It holds the memory of this place.
In every crumbling, fertile clod,
The touch of time, the hand of God.

So let us tread with gentle care,
For soil is life, it’s everywhere.
A gift beneath a sky so vast,
The living link to our past.