A breeze gently reaches out,
It carries the bees’ sound,
the butterfly’s path,
the flower’s perfume.
Pulled away, ripped from peace.
Contemplation will have to wait.
Chaos takes its’ turn… again.
A heavy heart,
Obscure opinions need to rule,
Insults cut deep, disrespect violates,
Trust destroyed, love questioned… again.
Blood spills… never again.