From Peace

What does one create out of peace and calm?
It might not be a mountain with dramatic ridges
Or an abyss with a heart sinking fall
It wont be a flight or a race
Or a masquerade
Because in peace and calm
One frankly can not be bothered
With all that excitement

But there might be new nets weaved
And there might be new songs sung
On compassion
Or understanding
May be tolerance
And love

And whos to say
What matters most