In the quiet embrace of the soil,
Where secrets of the ages sleep,
A tapestry of life unfolds,
In the dark where roots run deep.

Beneath our steps, a world unseen,
Teeming with whispers of the past,
A cradle for each fragile seed,
In its arms, futures are cast.

The soil, a silent storyteller,
Narrates tales of life and death,
Nurturing dreams, ancient and new,
With every breath, it bequeaths.

In the humble earth, we find our home,
A foundation strong and true,
A bond eternal, unbroken,
Between the soil and the morning dew.