The troubles of the day focus to a needle point,

As the edge of a blade cutting through the clatter,

Focussing the mind, shutting out the dissonant,

demanding understanding at the crux of the matter,

Skillfully wilful in discourse with each participant,

The softly spoken whisper drowns out the shouting,

The, "Twitter," of the little birds no more than an irritant,

But the right word at the right time will nullify the doubting,

Be the one who listens twice as much as they verbalise,

Be the one whose brain works harder than their mouth,

Be the one to recognise risks as they materialise,

Be the, "Strength within," for they are, "weak without."