In the ground,

All around,

You can touch and see.

Feel the heat,

Dig with your feet,

It's the color of the trees.

Smell the Earth,

The smell of rebirth,

Natural and pure,

Made to endure, 

Decaying and new,

The smell of morning dew,

Hear it as it rumbles,

Watch as it tumbles,

Sturdy and proud,

Is the color of the ground,

Yes, the color is brown.