Soft breezes blow

through the trees as they go

singing their song of the ending day,

coolness comes with the setting sun

and the moon rising into the sky

glowing of peace.

Let the stars sing up high

their song of peace to the Earth below,

from the mountains let it echo

let it whisper from the seas,

the animals will listen in their sleep,

the plants and rivers sing out free

let there be peace.

As the twilight deepens slow

listen and you’ll hear the glow

of peace.