Roots Of Gratitude

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