The soil is ready
The mixtures is just right
It has been tilled for many moons
The strength within it is unmarked
Unknown by all except
The gardener who tended it
What lies within its grains?
What is destined to grow?
The dirt doesn’t tell a tale
It shows through its growth
Through its stems
and through its leaves
It grows up and out
It grows and reaches
Light and love
Just like humans
That is all it needs
Light and love
A perfect balance for any
organism to thrive
And it will thrive
It will bloom into exactly
What it has been destined for
It has waited long enough
Time went by
It waited
It is ready
Watch as it expands
Watch as it blooms
Into nothing expected
Into something more beautiful
than could ever be imagined
by the naked eye
The soil shows the beginnings
The healings
The basic
The growth starts when a step is made
When care and healing is given
The ground is ready to thrive
What will become of this radiance?
Will it be colorful?
Will it be full of life?
Will it be a reminder to look deep?
To stay just a few minutes more?
To look into the eyes of another breathing soul?
it is all up to the soil, the dirt
It will focus on what it needs
It will use what it must to be the best.
Quiet Intensity 