The stillest waters run the deepest
The berry left on stem tastes sweetest
The quiet one that sits alone
Behind façade that’s still as stone
Who often fades from heedless eye
That would not faze a passerby
Can still bring wonder to the table
Draw upon gifts deft and able
Summoned from a well dug deep
Guarded like walls of a keep
Flowing like a magma stream
Bubbles up through cracks like steam
Until it bursts like Krakatoa
Hissing out “Well, that’ll show ya!”
For that which often goes ignored
Is just what we should run toward
It is not the highest highs
Or lowest lows that we should prize
But in the middle, met halfway
Is where the soundest path does lay
There’s nothing wrong with average worth
The meek shall truly claim this earth
The Cape of Obscurity they'll doff
And in their hands we’re better off!
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