Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

soil

I feel like the soil
Or the dirt on the ground
Seemingly worthless
Not making a sound

But if you look closer
You will see
That there is so much more to me

Soil holds the roots
Of all of the plants
And shelters gophers and worms and ants

Without the dirt
What would you walk on?
The dirt really is a true phenomenon

Treasure is buried deep underground
Desperately waiting to be found
Will somebody dig it up
And explore what's inside
Or just leave it there to hide