Spirit of the Soil

When life’s breath fades, and shadows softly fall,
I feel the weight of sorrow, deep and wide.
Yet in the soil, I hear a gentle call,
A reminder that death’s but a gentle tide.

In every grain of earth, a story told,
Of lives once lived, now resting in the ground.
In the spirit of the soil, I find a hold,
A connection to the cycle, ever profound.

With every tear shed, I feel the earth’s embrace,
A comforting touch, in times of grief.
In the spirit of the soil, I find my place,
A solace that brings my soul relief.

In the spirit of the soil, I find my peace,
A connection that brings my heart release.