We are of the earth

We who bury our umbilical cord in the soil 

We are of the earth

We who live in thatch

And mud houses that breath

We are of the earth

We who pour libations to the ancestors 

Libations of palm wine and cola nuts

We are of the earth

We who clear our patch 

Clear our patch and leave it to grow again

We are of the earth

We who catch our water from the clouds

And drink the brown rivulets coursing through the soil

We are of the earth

We who take what we need

And put it back again to bring forth again what we need

We are of the earth 

We who walk paths among the foliage

Our bare feet caressing the ants and the crickets

We are of the earth

We who eat the leaves and let the fruits fall for the bats

We who seek propitiation when the earth is angry

We are of the earth 

We who look up at the sky

And wonder at the expanse of the sky god

And acknowledge the minuteness of our footprints

We are of the earth

We who do not envy the stars of their starlight

Nor the earth of her riches

We are of the earth

We are of the earth