Words are like oyster shells.
Many see only their outer hardness,
But the wise hold and open them
And sometimes find within them hidden pearls.

Words are like lightning strokes.
Many see only frightening flashes,
But the wise pause and wait
And hear the echo of their great thunder.

Words are like moonflowers by day.
Many see only their bunched leafy fists,
But the wise linger til after twilight
And watch them open, spilling out their sweet fragrance.

Words are like high towering waves.
Many see only the hurl of their long angry curl,
But the wise stand waiting by the white sand
And feel the gentle, soothing trickle of their spent force.

So the next time words are cast at your attention
Do not be quick to judge by what they seem to imply.
Wait and listen, like the wise,
And take them for their true and hidden meaning.