Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
The soil whispers secrets of ancient lore,
Cradling roots that dance in silent sway,
A tapestry of life it gently wore.

In the heart of every grain, a story waits,
Of sunlit days and moonlit nights serene,
Guarding dreams of future lush estates,
A quiet force, steadfast and unseen.

Rich with memories of seasons past,
It holds the pulse of time’s eternal flow,
Nurturing seeds with patience unsurpassed,
A silent promise of tomorrow’s glow.

So let us tread with reverence and grace,
For in the soil, our origins reside,
A humble bed where life begins its race,
To the earth’s embrace, we are forever tied.