In storms of words, the winds may rage,
Know calmness comes as we disengage.
Lower the volume, let the echoes still,
Breathe in and out, bend to goodwill.

Meet the fire with the softest touch,
The gentle tones that don't ask much.
In the tempest, find the quiet eye,
Where anger falters, fears subside.

First see the other, a mirror of you,
Dreams may differ, heartbeats are true.
Seek understanding, lay down the sword,
Open a hand, speak not a harsh word.

Listen longer...