We walked on the grassy path by the lake,
As we walked, our heads looking up at the clear blue sky,
Awed by its spark of serenity.
And as we strolled,
Our feet fell deep into a puddle of mud.
Engrossed by the beauty of the skies,
We didn't realize what we stepped on.
And thus the mud we stepped on also splashed on a passer-by,
We apologized for that and we hoped that the passer-by would be alright.
And as for us,
We hope to get our feet out of the muddy spot in one piece,
And we hope to be able to rinse them all off.
It may take a while to wipe off the mud
And it may take pails of the clear blue waters
But that's what we need to do for now,
We need to get back on that grassy path,
Faraway,
To avoid our feet from slipping back into that puddle of mud.
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