In the stillness of the morning light,
Where shadows dance and birds take flight,
A whisper of peace begins to rise,
Painting the world with tranquil skies.

Underneath the ancient trees,
Where time slows down and worries cease,
The gentle rustle of the leaves,
Sings a song that peace believes.

Across the hills and over streams,
Peace flows like a river of dreams,
Binding hearts with threads unseen,
In a tapestry serene.

As the day turns into night,
Stars embrace the peaceful light,
In every heart, a silent plea,
For a world where peace can always be.