Deep below the surface, in dark and muddy waters, she was raised. Never looking for the surface. Never knowing there was land. Until one day, the winds started to change and the deep rolling waves washed her ashore and far from the mud her roots were planted in. The sun warmed her face, Her fins grew to feet and with a walk turned sprint, she paved her own path- so very far from mud she called home. She knew her contentment was temporary, as the rains always come. And when the water crashes from clouds to land, the dirt will swallow the rains and the mud will anchor into her shoes.
Hold your breath silly girl, down you'll go again.