I Come With Mud

I come with mud

From yellow bogs

Pulling on calves

Oh, I come with love

East shores afar

Fumbling on par

The sound of long-gone brains

To keep me awake

I stepped off the shoe blade

To reach your wispy glade

The breath of Earth calls to me

Whispers soothe tenderly

Touched with interest, I see

Nature's grace, bound to be