You may have seen me
like leaves green of a summer tree
Never cared to understand
the roots that grew beneath
You may have heard me
like the noise of a falling pin
For in your ears, naught but
your own voice is sweet melody
You may have known me
like gentle waves atop the sea-
Ignored the raging maelstrom,
but can you escape the tsunami?
We become selfless by caring for others,
yet we become careless by caring for others.