We are what we hold

My sorrowful soldier Hold that dirt Let it grow into your hand Throw that dust to the sky Wait for the wind to blow Then let out your breath Scatter that soil With thick strokes Until it fades Like dirt always fades In the face of such a strong gust Smile as you feel Those roots Crawling across your skin Wait for another winter When the earth has frozen And dig Until you see that neverending blue Above your head And that soil Falling from your hands Back beneath your feet Where it belongs