I am the son of soil
I came from the dust
The dust yu see as dust is not dust
When I look up high I am broken
For my spirit comes from up there
I belong to the earth
My spirit belongs to the heaven
It belongs to him who made me
I am not of gold
Believing him makes me bold
He gives me warmth when it's cold
The soil has folds
I read through every folds
I live everyday because of what he holds
©emmanuelmm
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