The broken soil had never faded.
The song to the soil
Singing to cool the boil
Serving as rain to foil.
Where is all to harvest after the toil
The soil that is clayed, sandy, and loamy in coil
Blessed enough and rich in oil.
The soil that farms in harvest
The soil that mines of interest
The soil builds through modest.
Although later the soil was broken
Due to erosion and earthquakes, the area is shaken.
Fade and spoil
All say to the soil
But nature added fertilizer to the soil.
Claiming it can yield the best
The soil that can be tracked to the west
And was always put to the test
Facing the durest.
It's time to rest
Not to protest
As years are owed to the chest.
To be honest.
As the broken soil had never faded
A reminder to the soil
Serving as rain to foil.
For it's the end of the test
And the beginning of the quest.
Disasters should be forgiven
So that the present state of the soil won't be forsaken.
It is time to fest
And to put on its vest
So to continue and request
To yield the product considered to be the best
It's blessed and rich in oil.
For the soil to be in the crest
Welcoming the guest
Leaving the state of broil
Easing after toil.
The broken soil had never faded
A reminder to the soil
Serving as rain to foil.