It is dead, but it contains life.
It is made of withered flowers, dead flesh, fallen leaves and thousands of other rotten things
It's a benefit, but we trample it with our feet.
And all the living, both animals and plants or people, wise men and fools, kings and rats, villains and trees will join it in the end.
It's humus, the final product of life, and its cradle.
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