"Dirt in the Dark"

A speck of soil, a universe of dust,

in cosmic night, where shadows form and rust.

A single grain, unseen, unheard, unknown,

upon the path where ancient seeds are sown.

It holds the memory of fallen leaves,

the silent ache of what the earth receives.

A thousand lives that rose and fell in grace,

imprinted on this unadorned dark space.

It asks no question of its lonely state,

it simply is, resigned to its own fate.

No sun to find it, no moon to bestow

the silver light on what lies down below.

And yet, within this void, a truth resides,

a potent force that in the stillness hides.

From darkness, life can find a humble start,

a fragile bloom emerging from the heart

Of this great nothingness, this silent ground,

where all that was and all that will be's found.

So let us look, not with a judging eye,

at humble dirt beneath a starless sky.

For in its stillness, in its simple trust,

we find the core of all that's truly just:

That life can sprout from even deepest night,

a tiny hope, a nascent, quiet light.