Awaken with love in your heart.
And a willingness to show it.
Those who choose to arm with armor...
Aren't as strong as the tree that is witnessed.
Or the Sun that shines bright.
When seen without weapons to defend.
.
Even the laughter of children,
Can melt a frigid shoulder!
And as I grow older...
I see the power of love maintained.
With a strength that remains,
To heal all wounds
When the fields supporting battle...
Have been deserted!
Doomed by undeserved fear.
And realized...
From eyes that have ceased,
A search for conflict!
Landscapes left in destruction...
Leaving evidence of hate,
Provide no comfort!
Nor peace of mind that stays!
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