Songs of Earth

Moss dusted soil hugs the forest floor

drawn thick over tiers of dense rock and clay

Deep layers that remember ages gone

Metamorphic obelisks strike through the crust

composing coarse arpeggios of age hardened stone

Undertones resounding in the roots of trees

Patches of flake-barked sentinels stand proud

leaf-trimmed crowns of emerald and jade shade rigid knots

Guardians of the seeds of resurgence

My calloused feet grip pebble-laden clay

and I feel the seed of my soul germinating

Next to the seed of your soul

The songs of earth are songs of us