Digging hands into the dark rich soil
Visitors disturbed appear under the
Hidden cover of richness, showing
How much nutrients are held within
Worms squiggle away, pill bugs snap
Or curl, the newt tries to find the leaves
Pulled away, the time for sleeping
Is over, pulling searching deeper
Giving it all breath, even me the
Intruder into this space of discovery
Rich earthy wealth of what we are made