A Little bit of Random Stuff

Here's a poem from a project I'm doing,might need a little revising

  Sweet Dirt,Heaven of the Earth

Don't trod on my tender dirt,

don't have it be bruised and hurt.

Don't make joy with mud in between your toes that goes squirt,

please don't wound

my precious ground.

Don't kick up dust

and make your fist thrust.

Don't bake mud pies

with my essential earthy supplies.

Don't let big brothers

invite some others

to play in the mud.

Don't be a fool

and let your dog drool

on the sand.

Don't construct many castles

from sand that appeared pastel.

Don't lay your sweaty flesh

on that fabric mesh

on the sand.

I'm a mud dragon of course,

don't act like a horse

and stomp your feet.

I create hills and mounds of earth

and there are new births 

of dirt everyday.

My calling is instinct

although my species is almost extinct,so if you please,don't wound my precious ground.