Catch every word flung in your direction
As if spoken with the purest, kindest of intents.
You'd be surprised how often
They are.
Take rocks for roses, no matter how
Cold to the first touch.

Learn from river hit by boulder or feather.
I have room for both.
Float along or rest.

No thing thrown in anger hurts me.
I will not complain nor
Thank. I am a river; I
Run to nothing
From nothing.

No one single misunderstanding arises
Where man so rarely roams.