Soil
From the ground we began
To the ground we’ll return
No better than dirt
No worse than another
Build it up we may do
But it will always be earth
So glorious this soil
It brings life and maintains
But why do we find such glory in this life
Because at the end it just goes back
You can say it’s the circle of life
But is that any greater than a cycle of water?
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