Muddy Puddle

Muddy tracks, murky waters.

No one likes being dirty.

Unwanted sludge, the unused trails an

Aftermath of a tumultuous fight in the sky.

The beauty of the muddy puddle

Goes unnoticed.

No one sees how much life you hold,

The stories you hold, the water you hold.

Forever mucky, slimy, gloopy.

All alone.

Much like all of the

Ugly little ducklings of the natural world,

You are needed. Not always appreciated

But still there.

Why do we shy away from 

Elements of the natural world that aren’t picturesque?

Why do we shy away from

Things that we don’t quite understand?

Forever mucky, slimy, gloopy.

All alone.