Story of the land of peace

There once was a place, a place of peace, that dwelt in the mind's of few.

Days of no struggles, days of no sorrow, yet instead they rejoiced with grace.

All loved, loved with action, not with just words.

Carelessly giving, they gave their all for one another.

With the thought of compassion and understanding, one never killed another.

Instead, all lived and worked for one another, but with love.

Not of blood, they were family.

Brother's and sister's of mother's and father's, all connected to one.

They danced how they wished, sang as they pleased.

Rejoiced in His glory and blessings given to them.

Tears of joy, laughter's like skittles.

All different, yet all their own.

Together they stood, together they would surely fall.

Pushed to the depth but not to death, those with envy eyes, tried.

Stricken now, they began to collide.

Like a storm, sudden and dark, chaos arose.

Those having seen clearly now were blind.

Blinded by the noise, the noise of thunder, now they were confused.

Although confused, due to few, few strong and brave, they survived.

Instead of turning a blind eye, to those envy eyes, they forgave.

So envious from its envy, it turned away.

Now knowing what was present, that was not just before, they knew they would be faced with more.

But because of who they were, no worries where dwelt upon, yet instead thoughts of peace and understanding.