Peace

The wind was blowing gently, making flowers dance

The sun was shining brightly, smiling down on us

The Girl was sitting quietly, watching the brook bubble.

The wind was playing in her hair, weaving in and out

The tree she was sitting under showered her with petals.

On her face was a smile that shone with simple peace.

Looking on from the house, I just had to smile, such a peaceful little child.

I wish that I could find the peace that she so clearly has,

Maybe children know this world better then we think.

All I know is, from that girl I could learn a thing about peace.