Soil is Alive
By Vidula M
Published 18 July 2023
Soil is alive.
She is a beating heart, the orb for the creation of undeserving existing beings.
She is a cavernous grave, a testimony that manifests the significance of accepting the cycle called life and death.
She communicates through comprehensive silence, the atmosphere accepts her humming language in the air, lets her converse with the creation that surrounds her.
Her eyes lay deep in the wandering critters that creep inside her, her heart thumps wisely in the roots of the trees that grow flourishingly under her care.
Her face is the visage that nonsensical, ignorant eyes can see, the face where she is simply dirt, because in truth, she does not have a face.
She is but entirely a miracle.
A beautiful, giving, taking, stern,
living miracle.