April 3, 2008
I Am Soil
I am soil. I am not edible.
I wonder how many kinds of me there are.
I hear earthworms digging all around me.
I see roots using me.
I want to know what roots connect to.
I am soil. I am not edible.
I pretend to rule the world.
I feel crumbly sometimes.
I touch the green grass above me.
I worry that third grade boys will smash me.
I cry that people look down to me and think that I am not important.
I am soil. I am not edible.
I understand I am a thick layer of ground.
I say some creatures eat me.
I dream I could be a human.
I try to help roots live.
I hope I can help as many plants as possible.
I am soil. I am not edible.
