From the Soil

Beyond measured deals and distant markets shaped by trade

I return to quiet beds where each secret root is laid

A reminder that origins hold truths we never fade

Hands brushing through fertile ground absorbing scents of earth

Before the tall towers and hushed rooms there was this birth

No flashy claim needed when origins speak so clear

Each seed a promise riding seasons year by year

While charts and ledgers outline strides beyond old borders

I recall first harvests marked by nature's own orders