In the Soil / Jon Lepp
I am a pine-tree
I touch the dirt, I am the dirt
T he earthworms my friend, the minerals my
majesty
M y life rooted in the soil
I stretch my arms at the coming of dawn
When wind wallows through me I strengthen my
stance
I f not for water I wouldn't be
T here are many layers to my existence
I f not for water I wouldn't be
When wind wallows through me, I strengthen my
stance
I stretch my arms at the coming of dawn
M y life rooted in the soil
T he earthworms my friend, the minerals my
majesty
I touch the dirt, I am the dirt
I am a human-being
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