Upon each step as I walk this earth,
mud lies deep beneath my feet.
Weather climbing a rocky mountain,
to admire a far reaching view within horizons askue.
Mud lies deep beneath my feet.
weather running as fast as I possibly can,
after the last train as it departs the station,
under concrete platforms.
Mud lies deep beneath my feet.
weather walking fields of plains,
within sun kissed meadows on a summers day.
Mud lies deep beneath  my feet.
weather rowing a small boat,
within the cradle of the river.
Under silty bottoms spilling fresh water.
Mud lies deep beneath my feet.
Weather climbing weathered branches of the mighty oak.
Standing strong upon the valleys edge,
mud lies deep beneath my feet.

Weather running cycling flying or gliding,
mud lies deep beneath my feet.
Weather running late or running on time,
mud lies deep beneath my feet.
When my steps are smaller and less than few,
mud lies deep beneath my feet.
As I draw my last breaths  then placed within this earthern ground.
Mud lies deep beneath my feet.
For all of eternity back to the earth,
from which we were all once born.
Mud runs deep beneath our feet.