The very breeze
that makes the grass
appear as waves
that kiss the shore,

and gently stirs
through branch and limb
to make the leaves
dance without care,

can move a man
to change his heart
to love, where there
was hate before.

In whispers blown
through nations ears,
we are but one
one world we share.
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