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Soil

Soil

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The feeling of mud on my hands has always brought me close to my roots,

My little one joined with me today to immerse his innocent hands in the same soil


The initial hesitation on the feel of mud, the change of expressions on his face all took me back to the woods,

Where a little one had joined her Mom once, hand in hand to walk an extra mile


A mom had adored the same hesitation and expressions, the similar change of moods,

And gradually seen her innocent daughter's face light up in a broad smile.


History repeated itself today as my son planted the first sapling with its root,

He caressed the mother earth and his hands dug deep down to feel its warmth on his hands.



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