The grassy tendrils tickled my baby toes

So I pulled away

But you set me down anyway

And told me to find a way to play

As the ground held itself

I surrendered to the soft soil

Sifting for worms

Soaking in the warm 

Sun on my rosy cheeks

You showed me a shovel

To dig

Deep into the solid

Colorful clay layers

With each plunge

Revealing a new pattern, face, or facet 

Of earth within

I believed a treasure lay in the core

So I dug

There were no dinosaur bones

No coins of gold

But we found the secret place

Time fossilized in space

Where the archeologist meets the architect and

Life in death is perfect