Stroll through the meadows so free,
Thoughts of peace will run deep inside of thee,
Inhale the air so unadulterated and pure,
Feel the cool breeze and be positively sure,
Pause and then lay on the grass you tread,
Prop your arms with hands beneath thy head,
Close your eyes and take a deep breath,
Think of the enslaved people on the fringe of death.
Open slowly your teary eyes at will,
Look at the azure sky - you ponder still.
Fluffy clouds drift by - the sun's rays bright,
You sense the peacemakers' determined might,
Clouds eventually conceal the illustrious sun,
The rays falter and your meditation is done.
It is then you will be aware and truly feel,
Your thoughts for peace are potentially real.
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