In silent dawns where waking thoughts arise,
The soul recalls peace in its ancient guise—
A tender hush to still the world’s unrest,
A hope that heals the ache within the breast.

Beyond the veil where time and self entwine,
Peace threads its light through every grand design.
It does not ask why stars first came to be,
But summons softly, “Find the calm within the sea.”

What is the self, if not a fragile spark,
That seeks the sun, yet falters in the dark?
Peace is the fire that guides us through the night,
A beacon glowing with pure, unending light.

In every war, shattered glass mirrors the soul,
Exposing wounds that only peace makes whole.
The cost of rage is etched upon the land,
But peace rebuilds what hatred could not stand.

To know another’s pain is to forgive,
To recognize that all deserve to live.
Peace is the bridge that spans each distant shore,
A silent vow to suffer never more.

The world’s a shadow cast by thought’s design,
And peace, the truth all seekers hope to find.
It is the song beneath the clash and cry,
A silent witness to questions asking why.

Without it, every joy is stalked by fear,
Each triumph fades as sorrow draws near.
Yet peace endures beyond the fleeting hour,
A timeless force—love’s everlasting power.

So let us ponder, in this fleeting breath,
The meaning found in life, in love, in death.
For peace alone unveils what we can be—
True harmony in deep diversity.

And when at last the final dusk descends,
May peace remain, our solace and true friend.
For in its light, all sorrow finds release—
Creation cradled in unending peace.