Tug the Muck

Tug a bit on earthly muck, shakes us all; Hell's murkiness makes the eternal fall. Pick up pure mud, feel its wonder and awe. Our cosmos burns but organics are rare; though carbon abounds, exists everywhere. Light springs into life, if water is there! Grab damp dark soil, same stuff in a flower. Musing trite thoughts drains our mental power, try to wake before your faint final hour. Some sculpt Buddha's fingers touching the earth, always connecting to soil has true worth. From the moist muck comes all life and rebirth. Our world will rock us asleep and awake; ups and downs, storms and quakes, for goodness sake. Accepting all flaws, what will we forsake? Monorhyme in tercets 15 lines 114 words Inspired by John Milton's Paradise Lost, Astrophysics and Buddhist philosophy