A Song to the Soil

Lush scene with tree
You are more than gold and diamonds.
You are the soil.

You are offspring of volcanoes—
your ancestors are quartz and calcite,
feldspar and mica.
You are child of the ancient earth,
fed with its water and its air.
You are the soil.

The craft of worms and mites—
you are a million species,
organisms known and unknown,
seen and unseen.
You are the soil.

In the space of a foot,
you are home to a hundred miles of roots,
in a gram a hundred million microbes.
A cosmos in the palm of a hand—
you are the soil.

You feed the lettuce and the corn,
the maple and the oak.
You make the plants that lend us life,
and grow the beauty of the rose.
You give life to all on earth.
You are the soil.

More unseen than seen,
humble beneath our feet—
you are ancient and ever new.
You are more than gold and diamonds.
You are the soil.

(Read more “Poems About Life.”)

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