It was good to lie down on warm earth.

The sandy earth, still warm from the sun's rays, was welcome.

There was something especially horrifying about being buried in warm earth.

He sat on the warm earth of the courtyard, put his back against the stone wall, and stared at the bright points in the sky.

At least, their bare feet could dig into this warm earth.

This place felt very much alive, as if the warm earth itself was a living being.

He stared at her, blue eyes into warm earth brown.

The day seemed suddenly brighter, redolent of warm earth and fresh air.

Driving home, they might do it on the warm earth behind a butte near the highway.

When the world was young, the earth still warm, the first trees had grown here, living, breathing.