OUR GLOBAL TABLE, A FEAST FOR ALL

Our global table, a feast for all,
Grown from the earth, at nature's call.
But we treat the ground, with careless hand,
As if it's just dirt, across the land.

Yet healthy soil, a treasure so deep,
Is soft and fluffy, secrets to keep.
A living blanket, a vibrant space,
Full of life, with a gentle grace.

But the ground we farm, now tired and torn,
Is fed with chemicals, from dusk till dawn.
Roundup's poison, a deadly spray,
Kills the life, day after day.

It's named to kill, a a chemical foe,
That makes the friendly bacteria go.
For good microbes, a crucial team,
Are wiped away, like a fading dream.

So let's change our ways, before it's too late,
And see the soil, at its true weight.
A beautiful resource, a gift to hold,
More precious than silver, or story told.