The Planter’s Feet

The warmth of the soil on a planters feet.
Between the toes, a perfect fit for my feet.

Hidden under the layers protected from the summer sun
For if they were above, I would need to run.

“From the soil, you have been made.
Spirit, soil, and water, a perfect fit for my hands to make.
A perfect fit, to tend that which you have been made from.”

Look! Up from the seed it comes, I guard it from things that crawl, bite and fly.
Some is for us, some is for beasts of the barn.
Some is put away to bless the seasons beyond.

“From the soil, I have made you.
With my Spirit, soil, and water, I design you for greater days.
Unseen are the things the crawl, bite and fly.
Some of you attend to me, some attend the barn
And some I hide away for those not yet born.”

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