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EARTH/SOIL (The 5 elements)

The acrid scent of compost pile The diaper of a newborn child Earth, just turned, in garden bed The roses of the newly wed The freshest air, when storm has passed The fragrance of the fresh cut grass I bring the fire to life for form Your soul with flesh I do adorn Between the seasons I give you rest Truly I am the cosmic breast I would not have you burn your lips You must have reality in tiny sips A handful of dirt that teems with life If you like, I am spirit’s wife In volcanic ash new life shall creep Pollen sprouting to pistil’s deep The softness of each petal rare Floral fragrance distilled with care My joy to serve, as farmer’s toil All you need springs from my soil...