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.