She’s almost everywhere,
dominating in quantity
velvet-textured in every ware.
she’s the heart of gravity.
Docile,
she’s ever been.
Never hostile,
she entertains the feet of every being.
She sustains trees
on which birds rock.
Her services are free,
she’s shelters’ bedrock.
Often seen like a ‘thing’
She never grumbles
even when kicked about like a tin.
But when she does, man inevitably stumbles.