Man of Mud

First came the rain then dirt Then they mixed it all together Made something like yourself Out of just dirt and rain: the weather That's all it was That's all it is That's all it was That's all it is The man sculpted from dry mud Sat on a park bench contemplating the sun Friend or foe, dry more yet or no? By what measure does your statue stature go? No verbal response but showered in energy The sun gave no words back tentatively But gave more energy than he could use While the worms started to tunnel right through his shoes How nice to be able to sit and think he thought As a man made from mud this is all I got The hue of his blazer jacket started to fade From a dark wet brown to a soft khaki grey What is yet to come is not yet done Might as well be here and stare at the sun How nice to be able to sit and think he thought As a man made from mud this is all I got