In the quiet chamber of our chest, Where stir the storms and tempests rest, There lies a seed, so bright, serene, Where peace begins, and wounds are cleaned. Within the heart, let whispers speak, Soft, gentle vows that we must seek— Let anger's fire quell to ash, And kindness blossom in its path. For peace, dear soul, is not a prize To win through conquest or disguise, But in the silent, tender beat That loves the world beneath our feet. So start within, let stillness grow, In every pulse, let compassion flow; Inward gaze, find your release, And there begins the path to peace.