House of peace

By Lissa Howe


Standing outside a colored door,

Beautiful aroma's flow out the windows,

Shades of purple say House of peace,

Flowers colorfly a line the walls,

I open the door and laughter pours out,

As I walk in I'm greated by laughter.

I am told that many people try to find and harbor this paradice,

Greed is tuned away here,

And those who try to take it over…will be punished,

By swift execution,

Or by the slow pain of aging.

I've found my house of peace and I will have it for my self.

As greedy as I am I'm covered with the sweet scent of happiness.

Now one knows.