Peace is a gentle soul,
Soft and quiet, whole.
She walks on tiptoes,
So as not to disturb.
Her voice is a whisper,
A calming summer breeze.
Her presence is a gift,
A sense of ease.
Like a flower, she blooms,
Delicate and pale.
Her beauty is a treasure,
Fragile, yet prevailing.
But peace is easily broken,
A harsh word can shatter.
A careless step can crush,
And leave her beauty scattered.
Let's handle peace with care,
And keep her safe from harm.
For when she thrives, we're happy,
And the world is calm and warm.
~X~
