In the quiet morn, where the sun gently gleams,
Whispers in the wind weave through our dreams.
A symphony of peace, tender and light,
Embracing the world, dispelling the night.

Beneath the azure sky, where horizons meet,
Hearts find solace, and souls retreat.
In the dance of leaves, a tranquil song,
Reminds us of a place where we belong.

Rivers flow with a gentle grace,
Reflecting the calm of a serene face.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Offering peace with an open hand.

As stars adorn the velvet night,
Dreams of peace take glorious flight.
In every breath, in every sigh,
The promise of peace will never die.