By B.Murali Krishna
Oh, soil, the silken thread that weaves,
The tapestry of life, in intricate leaves.
Your fertile womb, a cradle holds,
Nurturing the roots, of ancient forests old.
Your layers, a symphony, of earthy delight,
A geological ballet, danced through the night.
The minerals and microbes, a chorus sing,
In harmony with nature, joy does joyfully ring.
You're the canvas of the earth, a masterpiece so fine,
Painted with the colors, of a thousand suns that shine.
The brushstrokes of the seasons, a story unfold,
Of life, of death, of rebirth, in a tale forever told.
But, dear soil, you're fragile, like a whispered prayer,
Erosion's winds, can sweep you away, without a care.
Human hands, can harm or heal,
Let's choose to tend, your beauty to reveal.
On World Soil Day, we celebrate your might,
A foundation for life, in the dark of night.
You're the unsung hero, of the earth's grand play,
A treasure to cherish, every single day.
So let's raise our voices, in a chorus of praise,
For the soil that sustains, in endless, fertile ways.
May our footsteps gentle, on your surface lay,
And may our hearts be grateful, for your life-giving sway.
By B.Murali Krishna
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