I remember when I first awoke to the scent of the earth. Life, distilled in a flower.
The lilac and I had pie in the sky and the iris told me her secrets.
The grass had me sold as sure as a car salesman in a new suit.
Ever since then, the earth and I have been old friends.
It’s a good thing too. Someday when I’m old and gray she will receive me. But no worry, for the earth eats death and breathes out life.