When I see a tree I didn’t create, I think “Why not leave him be?”
All I want from him is shade and oxygen, so we
live in harmony.
I witness the fawn with his specked coat so young, beautiful, and free
I don’t need his meat, I don’t want his fur perhaps we can live in harmony.
I see the children so young playing their games with utmost glee
I have no need to gun them down, please let them all live in harmony.
I see a man with authomatic weapons, though why is a complete mystery
There is no need for these weapons, and I ask that we can live in harmony.
I listen to the orchestra performing great pieces playing notes so beautifully
Some members are playing the lead, others live just to play the harmony
I hear some people from near and far, Iranian, Palestinian, and Israeli
Most of them want a world of peace so they can live in harmony.
When we ask our Higher Power, whatever he may be, for personal serenity
Would it be too much to ask for maybe just a little worldwide harmony?
© Tim D. Culey -2013