son of soil is back

Son of the Soil, I’m Back I return where my roots run deep, To hills that guard my childhood sleep. The soil remembers, the rivers sing, Of every struggle, of hope’s first spring. I left to wander, to chase the skies, To seek tomorrow in strangers’ eyes. Yet every step, through loss and gain, Brought me home to this sacred plain. The earth is warm beneath my feet, Its breath, its rhythm, strong and sweet. The voices of ancestors softly call, “Stand tall, rise higher, you are our all.” Son of the soil, I claim my name, Through trials endured, through rising flame. For here I stand, my spirit whole — Back to the land that shaped my soul. Written by Cr.Jeinstein