With the first blush of dawn, the world stirs from sleep,
The White Dove, a silent herald, in the sky does sweep.
Its eyes, pools of calm, reflect the coming light,
A beacon of hope, in the shadows of night.
Upon the breeze, it gracefully glides,
Symbolic of peace, where hearts confide.
In lands where strife has left its mark,
It carries hope through skies so stark.
The White Dove, your flight a whispered prayer,
Across the world, through troubled air.
In every flutter of your wing,
A gentle hymn of healing sings.
From ancient times, your form revered,
A messenger where wars are steered.
In tales of old and scriptures read,
Your presence calms, where fear has spread.
In gardens lush, in city squares,
Your presence soothes unspoken cares.
A harbinger of truce and calm,
You bless the earth with tranquil balm.
The White Dove, symbol of bright, in the flight,
What lessons do you bring to us?
That peace, though fragile, can be found,
In every heart the world around.
In troubled times, we look to you,
The White Dove, to guide us, pure and true.
To mend the rifts that scar the land,
And nurture love with gentle hand.
Your feathers soft, a tender cloak,
Wrap wounded souls, their spirits soak.
To lay down the arms, to embrace the light,
To find the peace, that resides in the heart.
In war-torn lands, where children weep,
Your gentle coo, a promise keep.
That one day soon, the guns will cease,
And all shall live in lasting peace.
The White dove, in flight across the years,
Your silhouette allays our fears.
In every heart that yearns for grace,
You find a home, a sacred place.
So let us learn from your pure flight,
To strive for peace with all our might.
To spread compassion, heal the pain,
And let love's gentle reign remain.
For you, the white dove, embody hope,
In every valley, on every slope.
A symbol of our longing deep,
For harmony that we can keep.
In gardens green, in skies above,
You fly, the dear white dove, the bird of love.
May your wings forever soar,
And peace abides forevermore.
