In fields where sunlight gently falls,
And whispers of the breeze do call,
There lies a dream of peace and love,
As pure as skies that stretch above.
With hearts entwined in tender grace,
We find a world, a sacred place,
Where every soul, in joy and light,
Embraces peace with all their might.
Through storms and trials we may tread,
But love and peace will guide ahead,
A beacon bright, a guiding star,
To heal the wounds of near and far.
So let us weave this sacred thread,
Of love and peace whereâer we tread,
And build a world in harmony,
For all to live and all to be.