To my direction you looked and just for a brief while,
As you spoke a ‘Good Day' and gifted a smile,
Every thundering War gave way unto Peace,
The Combatants broke Bread and all fighting did cease.
The Tempestuous Sea that brings Shipmates to harm,
Now stands in a Bowl, a Paragon of calm.
And Leaden dull Skies of full Stormy Might,
Now a Portrait in Blue and bright Golden light.
To the sharp howling Winds that do jeer and cry,
Now Whisper through leaves with a softening sigh.
For the World was at Peace, free from turmoil and bile,
When I saw you today and you gifted a smile.
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