When morning’s chime sweeps o’er the scarred and scorched,
       A silent leaf takes root where ruins perch.
       Beneath one moon, our weary gazes meet,
       One heartbeat drums a rhythm soft and sweet.
       Swap iron blades for seeds that break the ground,
       Let little ones count wings of peace profound.
       Each hand can raise the light that slipped away,
       Each stream runs on to join the sea’s wide bay.
       Hark! The bell of calm rings far and near,
       Through southern showers and northern winter’s chill.
       Let borders fade, let war drums disappear,
       One sunrise breaks: humanity stands still.
       The wind carries voices from ages long past,
       A timeless plea built to forever last.
       Put up the blade, let frost and conflict cease,
       And sow a bloom where beauty finds its peace.
       Peace—peace—
       Peace—peace—