An orchestra of justice
Nature’s rhythms awoke
Played themes of peace
and incomprehensible hope
in lilting tones of possibility
“How could that be,” one wonders
“without control and argument?”
‘Tis simply natural law
as life flows with ease
and rushing grace
Through crags of challenge
and boulders of resistance
Consider
the rose
even the most perfect
each petal
unique in its curl and turn
ruffled expression
Flaws glorified
by sweet aroma
and presentation
as part of the whole
All one in beauty
Rose
the delicate cherry blossoms
drifted down
to the lotus pond
each one softly
whispering
it’s mantra of “Peace”
on breezes
ever so faint
Hearts call out
in sacred silence
through the beaked lips
of joyous birds
