What if planting a rose created ripples in a pool from shore to shore
And laughter turned to butterflies?
What if anger was a volcanic disaster
And indifference became an iceberg in the sea?
What if hatred burned the forest tops
And lies morphed into rattlesnakes under each rock?
What if a step away from fury brought cool breezes
And Thank You became sweet balm for blistered skin?
Would we notice then?
And turn to mend?