Rich black gold
reaching deep in
covering my hands and arms
smears on my face and clothes
cool gentle breeze
in my hair and on my face
the smell of sunshine and dirt
life beneath the weeds and trash
reviving sunshine
rakes and shovels
bringing the beauty from the squander
wasteful death removed
daffodils, tulips, irises take over
beauty sprouting forth
life renewed
and joy once again returns
life is good again
