There is in the ground

There is
In the ground
Hundreds of shapes
Many not even born
Waiting for prophecy
To release them

There is
In the ground
Hundreds of bright lanterns
Waiting for some hands
To lift them out

There is in the ground
Hundreds of pathways
Waiting for someone
To separate them
Into stories

There is in the ground
Layers upon layers
Of love
Waiting to make things grow

Yet even
In modern society
The potential of the soil
Is not released
And life
Remains hidden