Oh how beautiful the rain fell into the pond, a rhythmic symphony of its own design. How could it make such a perfect pattern in its reflective wonder.
It seems impossible to me that the earth would not have a soul. How could it not? When we, such less significant inhabitants of the glorious planet are well known to possess such a thing.
Of course the earth has a spirit. If we go by the theory that we are all one, the spirit of the earth breathes through us all.