Soil for the garden. Soil for the soul.
Fertilizer and dirt, filling the boxes bowl.
Digging deep into the earth with aching hands,
bringing peace, with results which will be unplanned.
Pulling back the drip irrigation hoses,
to get to the weeds and part the earth like Moses.
It’s looking good, rich and dark, like the great Mother.
Enriching nutrients to feed one another.
Now comes the seeds, springing forth with ecstasy,
filling our hearts and minds with evergreen fertility.
Arise, spread and flourish,
plants filled with life which forever nourish.
Soil for the garden.
Soil for the soul.
So rich and beautiful, I have to let it go.