The water’s still, not a ripple in sight,
It is calm and serene – with any being, it hasn’t picked a fight.
You glance in and see yourself,
Clear and sharp – one with the water itself.

Suddenly.

A pebble is thrown and the calm shatters,
The still water hurriedly scatters.
Heat rises and steam arises,
Blocking your view – pulling down visors.
No longer can you see yourself – clear or sharp,
Nor can you hear anything, an urgent trumpet or even a gentler harp.

Your calm was shattered by a single pebble,
There will follow more – none less feeble.
Anger is the pebble and the pebble is anger,
Let you control your anger and not it you,
To let the water within you always be – clear and reflective of a happy you.