Peace springs sun rays,
upon my face,
shimmers a shine,
that feels divine.
It blows warm winds,
under my wings,
while giving hope,
more room to scope.

Peace forms great views,
then lets me choose,
a place to heal,
so smiles are real.
It turns around,
every last frown.
kissing my head,
till all tears shed.

Peace cures sad blues,
makes itself true,
brings golden dust,
to clear old rust.
It makes minds spin,
provides great wins,
sews holes right up,
while filling cups.

Peace carries light,
that twinkles bright,
helps spirit fly,
way past the sky.
Lets all eyes see,
setting joys free,
forms high plateaus,
for every soul.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy