People fear and try to escape, Fearing what cannot speak its name. Yet such fear resides in our hearts, Even when it wasn't there from the start. Why do we feel this way? We believe things bring us harm, Why is this fear, for some, so overwhelming? Why can’t we take the time to calm down? To properly assess what we have found? Perhaps it's a trinket of some kind, A gemstone filled with golden wine. By pausing to think, we can see This brings no evil to you or me.