Earth

Soil-
beneath
our feet,
the ground on which
we stand
pulverized rock and
organic matter-
a rich humus
fertile catalyst
womb for seed-
for sprouting-
thus, growth.
Necessary,
yet turbulent
too,
unstable,
seismic,
volcanic-
this mantel , this crust
of shifting plates,
faultlines
and sometimes spewings
of
magma-
molten fire...

Ever changing
solid, or quaking
viable
or
barren
fickle
as quicksand's
enveloping
quagmire-
fiery,
so much so
it is like
- human temperament.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Jan Wienen

Thank you

Annette M Velasquez

You're most welcome!

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