I Transformed Into The Soil Again

I was created out of clot
of congealed blood.
I was created from a
sounding clay; from mud
molded into a shape!
I was sent, I was born
into this land;
from this mud;
from this dust,
like a leech.
This land I called it,
my home.
My home sweet home!
But as days go by
I forgot,
It’s an interim home
for all of us. I am
here for a brief moment!
And in these brief moments,
I eat what produces
in this land,
from this soil and
I live. And when
time comes I
tests the death.
Because every soul
will taste death! And After I
depart, they lay me
inside this same soil.
Slowly I merge
into the muds and I
become dust again;
like a sounding clay,
I merge into
the same land once
I lived. And
I transformed into the
soil again at the end.