In the quiet hum beneath our tread,
Where roots and dreams softly spread,
Lies the earth’s gentle, whispered lore,
A cradle of life forevermore.

Veins of clay and rivers of silt,
Upon which ancient tales are built,
Nurturing seeds in their silent quest,
Cradling the world in its earthy chest.

Hidden beneath the bustling ground,
A realm of secrets waits, profound,
Where every grain holds stories old,
Of life and death, untold, retold.

In soil’s embrace, we find our place,
A bond with earth’s enduring grace,
A tapestry of life, vast and deep,
Where nature’s promises quietly sleep.