The Song
A long time ago
battles raged across the universes.
The skies
once blue
and space
black
were filled with crafts of war.
Red and yellow fires
filled everything they could.
On a far-off planet
a boy and girl went outside
and watched the colors
and stray craft overhead.
Their parents watched and knew
the end was near.
They sat
and began to sing
like children do
with silliness, sadness
but the song took shape and
they sang louder and louder.
A craft landed near them
And a soldier came up with his weapons drawn,
ready to wreak the havoc he was ordered.
But he stopped near them.
He listened to the song!
His weapons lowered.
His comm channel was open
and the song went to his commander
and the room of busy men
watching and commanding their targets
stilled.
Their comm channel was open
and went to the generals
who also sat and watched worlds on fire.
They, too, listened and stilled.
Every fleet and every soldier,
every craft and every leader
across the universes
were listening
to the children’s song.
The children sang on
until the soldier left.
The crafts above left.
The fiery skies became
blue and soft.
Men and women
remaining came out
and looked up.
The sun!
The children walked back
Hand-in-hand.
Their parents hugged them.
What was that you were singing?
They asked.
And they began to sing this song-
Copyright © Douglas Brown | Year Posted 2022
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