Hands in dark earth
  surrounded by the scent
Natural and tunneling deeper
  wanting to get hands dirty
To give life and bounty
  praying each little plant
Lives and grows and we
  may appreciate the fruit
Labor well done
  all because we didn't mind
The black earth
  the dirt underneath our nails
There is something in
  connecting hands to earth
Of covering yourself
  in the scent of a job done well
Dig deeply, pour water
  soak up the connection to life
Hidden in our hands
  our very souls longing