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.
