Peace is like a falling leaf,

That tumbles through the trees,

So calm and tranquil, heaven-hushed,

By God's own gentle breeze.

Peace is like a bird on wing-

Pure white, descending dove,

That reaches down to everyone

And touches us with love.

Peace is like a puffy cloud

That floats contentedly -

Relaxed, untouched by anxious cares,

In all serenity.

Peace is like a precious gift,

A gift God leaves with all -

Not as the world gives, does He give,

To those who heed His call.

Hazel M. Blough