Quietly nestling in a tree
Branches hurling in the breeze
Raging river tossing below
A little bird sits at peace
And yet the big wide world blows

True peace comes from deep within
And not by world leaders defined
Now wars rage on every side
As prophesied in Matthew’s lines
Natural signs of the end times.

Light now all a candle of peace
Born within the heart of every man
If I be at peace with myself
And he is at peace with his self
There can certainly be no war

How many houses can I live in
How many cows can I consume
How much land can I be buried on
How much oil do I need to light
An eternal flame to peace and love.

Soy Criada
Copyright@ Juliet Christie Murray