ALSphere Foundation
Tenderly, as ambrosial water seeps
Into the soil, sun-kissed
Filling its pores down to the crypt
Delicate earth laced air, rises
A fragrance divinely sublime arises.
Enthusing an alluring thrill,
Soulful symphony of wet earth
Delightfully consumes the senses like a mist.
Touching a chord in the heart – a tryst!
The first downpour of the season makes this soil tranquil,
Cleansing the soul, heart brims with sheer bliss.
From the soil, we arise and to it, we must return.
The soil that becomes our final abode,
With seeds of love and compassion must be sown.
For the saplings of trust and camaraderie to bloom,
Weeds of greed we must prune.
Petrichor speaks of the oneness of soil and soul
For, from this soil we arose, and to it we must as ashes return!
Into the soil, sun-kissed
Filling its pores down to the crypt
Delicate earth laced air, rises
A fragrance divinely sublime arises.
Enthusing an alluring thrill,
Soulful symphony of wet earth
Delightfully consumes the senses like a mist.
Touching a chord in the heart – a tryst!
The first downpour of the season makes this soil tranquil,
Cleansing the soul, heart brims with sheer bliss.
From the soil, we arise and to it, we must return.
The soil that becomes our final abode,
With seeds of love and compassion must be sown.
For the saplings of trust and camaraderie to bloom,
Weeds of greed we must prune.
Petrichor speaks of the oneness of soil and soul
For, from this soil we arose, and to it we must as ashes return!
