Song Of Myself ~ Walt Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt 
to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again 
look for me under your boot soles.

You will hardly know who I am and what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged
Missing me one place search another,
I'll stop somewhere waiting for you.