“Try to be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud.” -Maya Angelou
Peace is such an easy concept, yet for some reason, it seems beyond difficult to attain.
Doves fly past the blue sky that meets the sea,
With white clouds and a rainbow, peace is near.
We put out our hands to shake; you and me.
We hold peace in our hearts, for it is dear.
The olive wreath hangs high, yet seems so far.
While sounds of the calumet begin to fade,
As daisies wilt away in a glass jar.
The crane tore to shreds; the one we had made.
Yellow ribbons worn, yet found on the ground.
The Mandala of peace, burned by a flame.
Soldiers dying, but we don’t hear a sound.
Security and ease, all but a game.
With the globe in our hands, peace is a must.
We need to begin with calmness and trust.