I am come from earth
And return to earth.
Blankets of green grasses
Dig into this earth.
Sighing now, I stroll
In hollows of earth,
Never seeming to find
My spot on this earth.
Wandering onward
With creatures of earth,
I watch the aged and the sick
Go back to the earth,
Where dearth is a comfort
That pleases the earth.
Onward I travel
Floating o’er our earth
Until I encounter
A stone in the earth,
One that reads, “Earth
Poet, child of this earth.”