The words hold allure, but are far from plain. So what horrors or wonders do they obscure? I wade in the stream, but the glare off the surface may hide pointed rocks or deep holes to impale or trap the unwary. Or, perhaps, I could just reach down, if only I could see, and lay hands on a rainbow trout, ripe for the roasting, or meaty crustaceans, ready for the pot. But the faux diamonds dancing on the surface are all I see, unless I take the long view. There, in a cool shadow, blurry as in a dream, I may see dark green paradise lurking, awaiting my discovery.
