Peace On Earth

I cannot say why peace on Earth Is found to be elusive The benefits of choosing such Are factually conclusive The calm inside a mother’s womb Is where we learn to dream The tender heart, though very soft Does not provide the cream The suckle born of mother's milk Befits a Prince of Peace The promise of the Shepherd's fold Presumes a golden fleece The saddest cry, that tugs a heart Is more than just a flow It cannot swell a mountain stream Until we let it go The morning mist is gentle For the dew that feeds the clover It nurtures all and then recedes Before the day is over The moon provides a friendly glow Of shadows on the wall They ebb and flow, but when they go They leave without a squall The cat that naps without a care Emits the perfect sound The comfort of the master's bed Is easy on the ground The morning paints the flower beds In welcome rays of sun They break the day a joyful way In warmth for everyone The creatures that are small and meek Are not so big and vain They seek the shelter of the earth The rhythm of the rain The quality of life is such That peace befits the heart The calming voice of sanity Is true by nature’s part.