I am the soil. I am in the hills, and in the valleys, the farms, the orchards.Without me humans could not exist. But you treat me like dirt.Do you realize that I am just a thin skin on this planet?And that I'm actually alive. Full of organisms that grow your food.But I am broken, aching, overused, sick.Because of you. You have withered me away to less than half of what I used to be just over 100 years ago.Are you paying attention? I am turning to dust.So maybe you could treat me with a little more respect. I suppose you still want to eat, right?
