Earth's Soul

Earth has a Soul
Winds blow
a child giggles
grasses rustle.
tree leaves hush
when it stops.

Birds caw,
hidden, unseen
singing to
the unsteady rythm
the soft beat
of tiny feet
hitting compacted dirt.

Imprints left on the soil
barely disturbing
some tiny creature.

And the wind picks up
smiles remain
grasses rustle and stain.
Leaves fall, drifting
slowly. A whirl
of earthen color
slipping through, around
the earth's unseen soul
that whispers through the branches,
messes with your hair,
calls out to you at night, and
softly settles, nestles beside
toes
imprinted on the dampened moist soil.
barely disturbing a tiny
unseen
microscopic creature.