My garden soil I coax and nurture,
Tend with care for now and future.
Add water, mulch, and compost fine,
Brew slowly to a dusky wine.
Keeping soft my garden soil,
To dig and weed--a pleasant toil.
Foundation for all that nestles here,
A solid base and soft veneer.
Garden soil gives life each day,
Though loved ones past in soil do lay.
In soil our souls are bound together,
Joined in death--skin, fur and feather.
Earth molded into pots of clay,
Fills with blooms to cheer one's day.
So splendid are the flowers that grow,
In earth from which such blessings flow.