Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Peace does not arrive with applause,
It settles slowly,
Like morning light unfolding across a patient landscape,
Asking nothing of the earth
except the chance to belong.
The trees have never argued
over the direction of the wind.
Rivers do not question,
the worth of the valleys they cross.
The sky carries every season,
with the same quiet generosity.
Mother Nature has always understood,
what humanity keeps forgetting,
that coexistence is stronger than conquest.
That roots grow deeper
when they are allowed to grow together.
Yet we have measured the world
through power, prejudice, distrust, and pride,
mistaking possession for purpose,
and noise for strength.
Still, the forest waits.
The sea continues its ancient conversation with the shore.
Rain falls on every roof
without asking a name,
a language, or a history.
Perhaps peace begins there,
not in treaties signed beneath bright lights.
But in the quiet courage
to recognise ourselves,
in the eyes of another.
The earth has never demanded perfection.
It asks only that we learn
the rhythm of giving,
the wisdom of listening,
and the humility to leave
a gentler world behind.
Then, one ordinary dawn,
silence will no longer grow
between strangers.
Children will inherit
not the weight of our divisions,
but the fragrance of living forests,
the freedom of unbroken skies,
and rivers still carrying
the memory of hope.
And Mother Nature,
who has never turned away from us,
will cradle the earth
in her endless embrace.
For peace is not the absence of conflict;
it is the quiet awakening
of hearts that finally choose compassion
over conquest,
understanding over judgment,
and love over fear.
Only then
will humanity become
the gentlest poem
the Earth has ever known!
©️Mowmita Sur
