With the water all around
She watches her step
Holding her small blue umbrella
The girl wearing red
As a bike passes by
Splashes mud all over her
Tears filled in those eyes
Emotions mixed with anger
Standing with tears rolling down
Murmurs of “mommy will be mad”
A boy her steps up
“Don’t cry or she will be sad”
She looks at him and smiles
He blushes the boy so shy
The girl offers her umbrella
Her way of saying hi
That innocence, that purity
Where they get lost
In this mad rush
The ethos we love the most
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