Peace
Peace is beautiful some say,
Yet I think it doesn’t exist.
Maybe it will come some day,
But therefore wars must disappear.
For wars are like Whitespirit on the painting of peace, mutating the painting forever.
Wars are like acid rain on a green forest, so it will never be whole again.
Yet I think someday the world will change, making the people feel different.
Making them feel happy, where there was hate before.
Making them feel proud, instead of jealous.
Making them to talk together, however strong the tentions are.
Making peace possible, in this world of hatred.