In the quiet of the rain, on a muddy trail,

I traced my fingers, leaving words, a fragile tale.

Each stroke a whisper, each line a plea,

Etched in the earth, for you to see.

Through the mist and the mire,

I let my heart transpire.

In the earth, my soul's imprint,

Hoping you'd read, without a hint.

Lyrics written in mud,

In the language of the flood.

Every drop, a verse to be sung,

In this symphony where we belong.

Beneath the stormy skies, where the rivers run,

I wrote our story, till the setting sun.

With every word, a memory stirred,

In the depths of mud, our love incurred.

In the swirl of the clay,

I bared my soul today.

With every stroke, a piece of me,

Hoping you'd decipher, set me free.

Lyrics written in mud,

In the language of the flood.

Every drop, a verse to be sung,

In this symphony where we belong.