I am Soil.  I am the dirt beneath your feet.

         I am Soil.  Once all men honored me.  They understood that I was Life--that without me they had no food.

         I am Soil.  Fewer honor me now that your food comes from a store.  You do not see the Love--the toil--the sacrifice.  You are disconnected from the source.

         I am Soil.  Though you forget me, I still grow your food.  I am weaker than I was.  There is less Life in me.  What grows in me gives less nourishment.

         But I am Soil.  I will do my best to bring you Life.  After all, I am all you have between abundant Life and starvation.

         I am Soil.  You can help me return to Life.  You can make me strong through Love.  Or you can choose our death.  It is your choice.

         I am Soil.  I am your Life.