mulch the deepest darkest richest soil
and let it burst the planted seeds
to produce the lightest brightest flowers
to wave amid the hard loam for our living
every mineral deva in attendance
strengthens the foundation
as every vegetable deva dances
the various forms of life to fruition
and we who are pale and wasted
amid this common glory
see nothing but the wind-whipped flowers
bending for their lives against the gale
and await our fall to mulch
the deepest darkest richest soil
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