The Compost Song
Beneath the soil, where roots entwine,
A quiet magic works, divine.
A cycle spun by nature’s hand,
To heal the earth, to bless the land.
Why toss away what life can use?
The apple cores, the garden refuse,
The coffee grounds, the wilted greens,
A treasure trove of unseen means.
For in the heap, where scraps decay,
Microbes dance, and worms make way.
They break it down, they turn, they weave,
A living web, a gift to leave.
Compost is more than dirt and mire,
It’s hope reborn, a spark, a fire.
It feeds the soil, it grows the trees,
It hums with life on every breeze.
Imagine fields where crops stand tall,
Their roots deep-set, defying fall.
No chemicals, no synthetic aid,
Just compost’s kiss, where health is made.
And think of streams, now clear and bright,
No landfill runoff in their sight.
For every peel, each leaf, each stem,
Stays out of trash, returns to them.
Communities, let’s take the lead,
To plant the seed, to meet the need.
For composting’s not just waste we save,
It’s future soil, it’s hope we crave.
So gather round, both young and old,
Let’s turn the waste to garden gold.
For earth gives all, and asks in turn,
That we respect, that we discern.
Compost today, and watch it grow,
A greener world, a gentler flow.
For every scrap we choose to spare,
Becomes a gift for all to share.
