Peace

Peace.. Peace is like flowers in a wild spring, I now count the hours till anew spring will sing. For yesterdays are gone into the unknown nowhere, but life must go on to give love and share. Peace is for us all in the days on going, echoes of memories call in coming spring glowing. For earth is always new giving in and days waking, just like love is true in every heart it's making. Peace is like flowers bouquet of the wild, love and all its dowers that in the heart beguiled. Nothing is forever new it has all been said before, like breeze going through or a wave to the shore.