The broken soil had never faded.
The song to the soil Singing to cool the boil Serving as rain to foil.
Where is all to harvest after the toil The soil that is clayed, sandy, and loamy in coil Blessed enough and rich in oil.
The soil that farms in harvest The soil that mines of interest The soil builds through modest.
Although later the soil was broken Due to erosion and earthquakes, the area is shaken.
Fade and spoil All say to the soil But nature added fertilizer to the soil.
Claiming it can yield the best The soil that can be tracked to the west And was always put to the test Facing the durest.
It's time to rest Not to protest As years are owed to the chest. To be honest.
As the broken soil had never faded A reminder to the soil Serving as rain to foil.
For it's the end of the test And the beginning of the quest.
Disasters should be forgiven So that the present state of the soil won't be forsaken.
It is time to fest And to put on its vest So to continue and request To yield the product considered to be the best It's blessed and rich in oil.
For the soil to be in the crest Welcoming the guest Leaving the state of broil Easing after toil.
The broken soil had never faded A reminder to the soil Serving as rain to foil.