Soil

The heart is a soil
that grows by whatever is planted,
weeds or roses rise as watered
by love or hate.

Each layer of earthen landscape
strolled on the path of life
reminds as Nature’s metaphor
how we are apart of its fertile furrows,
its voice singing in our souls,
a soft suggestive serenade,
until we feel the melody
inspire our own special song.

Scenic notes soothe in serenity
writing their notes inside,
where those who cradle our fragile flowers
in the palms of their caring hands
till the ground within
so we can bond our spirits
to a spring for our minds,
a season for potential’s blossoms.

Learning the lessons
from watching Mother Earth’s examples.
When both land and body are in harmony
our days are balanced with respect
for creation’s gifts
and the beauty of what is our seedbed
among its many expressions.

Walking where what teems in vitality,
yet never feel the energy
is to yet know the lush reality
of all that we can be.