The Soil Is A-Live: Pooping And Having Babies

Walking on "my" land

The leaves moving

Rustle Rustle, Russell?

What/who is it?

I get scared

I run

I hide

I come back

I must get the torch

I want to see

What I hear

What is it?

I see the fiddle heads popping up

I hear the leaves move

Is there an animal playing in them?

Is something fighting?

I sneak up

I peek

I hear the peepers far away

Clothing the night in bliss

The leaves move

I get a glimpse

A huge worm has made a tunnel

And now is….

Pulling the leaves

Down into the hole

Chewing Eating Pooping

A great resource

But I walk by the neighbour’s

Silence

Silent Dead Lawn

The Silent Sound Of Death

But “our” land

Is A-live

Full of worms

And poop

Perhaps no queefs

Or farts

But just poop

That will feed the plants

Popping out of the soil

The new plants spring forth

In the spring

Full of life, as is their womb.

The land is not mine

It is ours

Two hand-fulls of soil

Have over 6000000000 life forms in it

We share this precious place

So I feed them

I provide a home

And they provide a home for me

And they provide life

The soil sequesters the carbon that "we" make

But we need to stop making

And, rather, make more a home

A living hone

For the worms and other organisms

That partner with us

To make a home for us all.