the child throws stones at wind
without knowing where they land
the untrained tongue shudders loud
mistaking noise for strength
fools rush like rivers unchecked
drowning wisdom in their wake
the wise are not silent out of fear
but out of understanding
a pause stretches like open arms
inviting patience to sit beside it
when anger knocks, the door stays closed
reflection becomes a house of safety
to think twice is no hesitation
it is building bridges over fire
the loudest are not always heard
their echoes lost in their own storms