Doesn't Rhyme. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Sometimes the water trickles,
Into a stream where then,
It feeds.

It feeds to the life of living things.
It is pure and it is part of the earth.

Little footsteps calm hearts.
Excites those who are first to see.

The memories which make us smile.
With little thought.

Laying on the grass,
Staring at the clouds.

The walk home during the night,
With the view of the stars in the night sky.

The moments we spend alone.
Yet at peace in our home.

The times we are awake,
When everyone is asleep.

These little things.
The call to peace rings.

Do you hear it?
Or are you still busy thinking of it?