Ah, the beauty of nature, the power of creation,
The vastness of the sky, the depths of the ocean.
The gods of the ancient, the hands that build,
The sun that blazes, the souls that fill.
The land of the free, the sand of the shore,
The mountains that stretch, the valleys that roar.
The life that exists in the cracks of the earth,
The animals that call, the people of birth.
The work of the people, the sweat of their brow,
The dirt on their hands, the stories they allow.
The struggles of life, the joys of the world,
The laughter and love, the stories that are told.
The miles that are crossed, the roads that are taken,
The strangers that pass, the bonds that are shaken.
The memories that last, the moments that stay,
The lives that are lived, the dreams that we pray.
As we traverse the world, we find ourselves in awe
At the power of the elements, the beauty of the land
The secrets of the Earth revealed in its soil
A bountiful home for many creatures to dwell
Our lives depend upon this soil, and its sustenance
Feeding our bodies, providing a home for our plants
The humus and organic matter it offers, a vital resource
For beings of every kind, from the smallest to the largest
The soil is a mystery, an enigma of complexity
A rich and diverse ecosystem, a work of art
It is a canvas for our dreams, a playground for our play
Where hope and optimism prevail, every single day