Admiring the Dirt

Today I admired the dirt.
One may wonder what there is to admire.
I found plenty!
I took into account each and every crack that spread across the ground.
How did this crack get here?
Could it have been a hiker, a biker, or maybe it could have been from me?
Everyday I pass this plot of dirt and never take time to ask questions.
Who lives amongst these grains of rock?
Where has this dirt come from? I wonder if it traveled far and wide just to be stepped on.
What animals call this dirt home? Could it be that red ant or possibly a lizard?
I look more closely at the different shades of brown
What a beautiful mosaic! How many rocks created this dirt?
How many people pass each day?
Little green tufts grow from between some of the cracks even though the ground is parched.
I wonder what the dirt is hiding beneath it.
Is there a little mouse family that that woke up from hibernation preparing for the spring?
The dirt is the foundation to all that grows here yet no one really pays it any attention.
If only they looked carefully and recognized its importance.
It supports the beautiful oak tree and the powerful pine.
If there was no dirt there would be no foundation and without a foundation we would be nowhere.
I feel myself growing quite fond of this dirt and all the things it brings to my life.
I wish I thought to stop and thank it every time I passed but I think the dirt knows my gratitude because he is still holding me up.

[Image: http://www.psych.ndsu.nodak.edu/brady/CG/CG%20BG%20CRW/]