The Dove

The soaring sky beheld a sight,
Far above any mortal's might.
In the blue expanse stretching above,
I sighted a sweet little dove.
Symbol of peace flying carefree,
Perching from tree to tree.
There it was, spreading the message of love,
In this unruly world the sweet little dove.
Its fearless flight spoke louder than words,
That wars and violence are absurd.
It loved its freedom far above,
And tried to guard it, the sweet little dove.
Soon it disappeared from sight,
Gone someplace else to stop a fight.
Mankind might not heed its message of love,
But it didn't give up, the sweet little dove.