Mud is Beauty in the making
Mud is melody awaking;
Laughter, leafy whispering,
Butterflies with rainbow wings;
Ardours of heroic blood;
All stem back to Matrix Mud.
Mud is mankind in the moulding
Heaven's mystery unfolding;
Miracles of mighty men,
Raphael's brush and Shakespear's pen;
Sculpture, music, all we owe
Mozart, Michelangelo;
Wonder, Worship, dreaming spire,
Issue out of primal mire.
In the raw, red womb of Time
Man evolved from cosmic slime;
And our thaumaturgic day
Had its source in ooze and clay...
But I have not power to see
Such stupendous alchemy;
And in star-bright lily bud
Lo! I worship Mother Mud.
Robert W. Service