Beneath our feet, a world so vast,
Where silence speaks in grains amassed,
The soil holds secrets, old and deep,
In quiet layers, its stories sleep.

Ancient whispers of roots entwined,
In fertile loam, life’s threads combined,
With gentle touch, it cradles seeds,
Nurturing dreams and earthly needs.

Through seasons’ dance, it shapes the land,
With patient grace, and unseen hand,
In every clod, a tale of yore,
Of life renewed, forevermore.

Oh soil, humble, and yet profound,
In your embrace, life’s cycles found,
A silent witness to time’s long stride,
In your depths, all of nature’s pride.