The world is in the quest of peace,
but i know where it is lost,

Under the rocks of comparison,
in the smoke of envy,
behind the clouds of greed,

In the concrete jungles of today,
with challenges of survival,
and pressure of subsistence,

I sought peace in all the wrong places,
in possessions and wealth,
in adulation and gratification,

Perhaps peace exists,
in the forests and grasslands,
in flowers and leaves,

In the misty mornings,
when the bird's chirping,
in a prayer of...