Crying alone is what I'm accustomed to; don't want to be a burden as I'm carrying the burden for two.

To whom much is requied, this walk is not for the destitute and this tim has transpired...

This time of afflction,  burden and pain, for that which you give what shall you gain?

What will you give and will to maintain?

Will you bear up those when you are filled with pain?

Life giver you are, life sustaining soil- you give without fear of depletion.

You give because that is what you'e designed and fashioned to do.

You suck the flowing water and embrace the dew.

You are soil, strong, pleasant and rich, foundation for roots and filled with many gifts.

The gift to bring forth, the gift of potential, the gift of softness, the gift of being hospitable-

a place of residence to many things and living beings. O soil without you how will that which is green spring?

Green is brought forth from you; you're needed that's true! And you'll always be enough!

I'll be here to water you and nourish you and remind you how you're needed too.

Life giver, life bearer, sustainer and sacrifice; joys, deaths, and life you bear it all.

Such love you have, much love you give.

The young plants sing and the great trees bid much homage to you, they can never forget you for their roots are firmly planted in you.

Humble Beautiful soil, firmly grounded and filled with so much mirth...your cold sorrowful days are coming to a close.

Soil, honorable and worthy; a place for joy to dwell in your abode.