The Peace Mission

An ecstatic calm dove
Drops the olive branch
Freshens in a muddy puddle
Under the giant olive tree
Gaily coos out to its
Fledgling for a dip

Mother Dove:
These days, for miles on, dried puddles — a calamity
In time this disappearing oasis so scarce is to be treasured

Fledgling Dove:
Not my plumage with that water
Tainted with the sweat and blood for peace

Mother Dove:
Rain’s visit will undo the taint until then
Regardless of the colors of our wings
Carry on the peace mission

Once again, the mother dove
Spreads the tainted wings
Flies off with the olive branch

🌹May there be Peace in this world!🌹

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