Seeds of Peace   

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What if seeds of peace

grew like weeds:
persistent,
hardy,
resilient?
We’d pull the tops,
but the roots would stay:
spreading,
quiet,
insistent.
We might forget them . . .
until they sprouted again.
What if pesticides were outlawed
or non-existent?
The warmth of a smile,
the nurture of time
would be all it takes:
asters,
daisies,
lavender.
What a welcome invader
peace would be.

–Ann Rousseau Smith