From dirt are we made
An enduring breath of life
That will never fade
While dealing with mortal strife.
Tall buildings of steel
Built on firm ground
Unyielding, to the sky they feel,
Stable and unwavering found.
Where is a firm foundation
That which keeps things standing
In this world of constant vibration.
In light is a firm landing
But how can dirt be made steel
To prevent a disbanding?
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