“The Magic We Call Peace”

Peace drifts in on silver air,
Soft as secrets whispered fair,
It hums within the heart’s deep keep,
A spell that wakes the soul from sleep.

It’s not the hush of skies made still,
Nor mountains frozen by sheer will,
But dancing calm in chaos wide,
A lantern lit on the inside.

Peace blooms where shattered echoes lie,
Where tears have learned to say goodbye,
It stitches hope with threads unseen,
Turns broken paths to fields of green.

It tastes like rain on sun-warmed ground,
Like bells of grace without a sound,
A gentle yes the world once missed,
A wish the stars forgot they wished.

Peace walks barefoot through the flame,
Calls every fearful heart by name,
It teaches storms a softer art,
And makes a home inside the heart.

It glows in pauses, slow and deep,
In promises the brave still keep,
In hands that choose to heal, not fight,
In faith that leans toward morning light.

O Peace, sweet alchemy of air,
You turn our wounds to open prayer,
A quiet magic, vast and true,
The world made whole because of you.