Cypress knees emerge from the path, mottled brown-grey
Their knobby and rough hide designed to catch my foot
As I amble along this gravel path, arm linked with yours
Camouflaging themselves within the walkway, treacherous
It does not matter as my footing is sure, confident
Knowing that whichever way I may start to stumble
Your presence will help steady me, guide me
That we'll work together to take the best steps forward
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