When our world is gone,
it will be too late,
to respect earth’s laws
keeping nature great.
Cutting the forest,
drowning all the seas.
Tears left to flourish,
sadness swimming free.
Pretty dove of peace,
“I can’t see you now,
have you been released?
did you break your vow?”
Traveled from a realm
beyond the bright stars.
Presence overwhelms
then flies high and far.
A quivering earth,
broken by the quakes.
Excavate your worth,
do not give, just take.
My white dove of peace
has flown off too far,
not feeling at ease
fleeing from the scars.
Kids play in the dark,
hide and seek at night,
searching for a spark
a small hint of light.
We are in a gale,
trying to be right.
Balancing the scale
if we could unite.
My pure dove of peace,
finally returned,
curing apathy
so love is discerned.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy