Peace in the Quiet

The morning hums a gentle tune, Soft as light on fields of June. A single dove takes flight, Its wings outstretched—so wide, so white. The coffee steams, the pages turn, A moment’s hush, a soul’s return. No storm to chase, no war to cease, Just this breath, this gift: **peace**. The children laugh down dusty lanes, Their joy like spring’s first healing rains. And though the world may roar and rage, Here, love writes on time’s own page. So hold it close, this fragile grace, A smile, a touch, a safe embrace. For in the cracks where shadows lease, We plant our hope. We plant **peace**.