If civilization is to survive, we must cultivate the science of human relationships – the ability of all peoples, of all kinds, to live together, in the same world at peace. (Franklin D. Roosevelt)
If peace were a bird, it would fly through heat or wind.
It would thrive in a nest open to storm.
If peace were a mountain,
it would stand patient,
constant, firm for centuries.
If peace were a tree, it would begin
as an acorn, unafraid of darkness,
then grow to house birds,
and reach for mountains.
Peace. It transcends
mountain borders,
and allows foreign bird species
to nest together.
despite unseen possibilities.
originally published in For a Better World

Wonderful! I love the different versions of peace….
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