To walk a new path for us, around a lagoon.
And so we strode off into the woods,
Appreciating the shade of the canopy of trees.
Having forgotten to bring hats, we hoped
The path would continue to be shady,
But soon began to wonder
If we’d ever actually see the lagoon —
And then it came: a break in the underbrush,
And suddenly the lagoon was revealed
In all its bright blue splendor,
Framed by a lacy tracery of branches.
Those of us who venture
Into new territories must learn to trust
The promises of those who’ve gone before us,
And be patient, believing that, with time,
The truth will be revealed.
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