Peace is a fluttering feather
Drifting through the air;
We think that we can reach it,
But when we grab, it isn't there.
Some say peace can be reached
Only through fighting wars;
If that is true, peace will come and go
Like water crashing upon the shores.
As the feather begins to glide back down
We try to reach again;
But another gust of wind blows it up
Back to where it did begin.