Peace Itself
Peace is the warm wandering cloud
It shades the earth from the harsh
And colors the sky beautiful
Peace is the morning's gloden ray
Blissful and so pure
Fire that melts the night
Peace is the blooming flower
That glories never to die
And greets the sun good morning
It is whatever runs to never stop
Like the wind's silent whisper
Like the smile and joy of a baby
It is like the sound of silence
But yet fills the empty
Peace is completeness
Deep inside what the soul hungers for
It is what the world needs.
Copyright © Bright Kingsley | Year Posted 2021
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