A Handful of Earth

As gypsy woman unfolds your future through her crystal ball.

I unearth my ancestors in a handful of fertile soil.

So many battles fought.

So many lessons taught.

In this cycle of life,I still believe,

I am not the one to be caught.

While I sit here and rot.

As bussiness flourished,

Civilizations were nourished.

Gods remembered,

Lovers forgotten.

While boundaries were broken,

Truth remained sealed.

I stand here reminded of the greatness this land has borne.

I stand here reminded, born of a seed from this earth.

Only to return to this handful of soil as dust, to fertilize this earth again.