You burst no bubbles,
You leave well alone,
You turn no stone.
Sorrow is the problem solved;
Borrowed is the time involved,
to delve that much deeper.
To give credit to whom?
The surface is where the ripples can be seen,
Where the moonlight strikes the leaves,
Where the wind breaks the waves,
And where the sun’s spectrum can be fully viewed.
The surface is the glory of the emotionally virtuous, the pious and the party.
Who can see?
Who can feel?
Who can hear?
Who can heal?
Are you listening?
Listen clearly, “It’s not your party”.