If I sank into the earth, what would become of me?
I feel so heavy above ground.
Would I grow into something huge, like these sequoia trees?
Or a sweet and friendly daisy?
Do daisies know they’re kind?
Maybe I’d be a simple blade of grass, a dog could chew on me for tummy aches.
Would I remain dirt?
How deep would I sink, maybe I get sucked down to the crust.
Would gravity have mercy.
I want to be near the top, so I can hear laughter, feel rain and the scorch of summer.
Dirt is full of nutrients, minerals.
It is not some little filthy thing, maybe I should aspire to be dirt.
Help other things grow.
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