Saturday, March 19, 2005
PEACE DANCE
As the sleepy sun lifts it's head
From under the Eastern blanket it's shades blue bed,
He is met by the first beats of music
As mysterious as time itself.
The tempo is fast and it captures
All the children of the world
Whether they be Indian or German, American or Russian
In it's song and peace
They dance in their own fashion of their heritage.
It is the dance not the music
That brings the adult world to it's knees
When children of enemies dance together
To remain in peace forever.
