28th poem in the month of April.  The prompt.... "rivulet." 

The soil has
The most lovely smell.
Rich, dense, loamy.
I gently place
the tender leafed start
Into a nest of 
Loose earth,
Tuck it in well.
I Finish with
A sprinkle of water 
That beads
And runs
Rivulets
Until slowly,
slowly,
the fertile soil
Drinks in the
Water, giving
Off a faint
Earthiness,
That smell
I love.