beneath me
layers of treasures
dust, growth, decay
ancestors of previous times.
And I?
a fragment of cloth
adorning these treasures.
Layers and layers above me
sounds intermingling with silence.
My energy feeds these layers
as much as I am fed
by the air I breathe and
goodness oozing out of earth
filling air and space.
May my contributions be generous
seeds of nourishment
for those in need
droplets of refreshment
for those who thirst
filling all the layers.
© 17 Mar 18
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