How I Am Like the Earth

I am warm and quiet at times.
I can be strong, or soft, and I cry.
Sometimes I speak in deft pantomimes.
But I can be loud, too, if I try.
I try to be solid, and firm, and safe.
Well, not everywhere; I am jagged at the edges -
But if you are cunning you will not chafe,
at the places where danger is beyond my green hedges.
I go round in circles, and my heart, how it burns.
But really I am gentle - or harsh - or strange - who knows?
If you are swift to keep up with me as I turn,
then you can at least see my surface, and where my mind goes.
But I can also be painful and vengeful, not sweet,
So I am the ever-just earth at your feet.