Peace

As I walk across the 
100 acres I call to the opera-singing birds, 
“Why do you sing?” 
They reply in a harmony too beautiful to say
“We sing to call on the wind”
So I ask the wind so weak, “Why do you blow?”
“I blow to awaken the fish and rustle the gumtrees"
So I ask the gumtrees so old, so wide, and yet 
so wise...
I realise that I am going nowhere, so
I call to the everything around me: "Why!
Why!
Why!
Why?"
And a booming voice as wild as a hurricane,
yet as beautiful as a butterfly seems to come from every corner of the globe 
“The answer you are seeking no one else knows but you”
and the noise dies in an instant 
And I know that it is peace. That is all...
Peace…