War Poem by Aileen Davis

The willow breeze whirls through me,
as the sand of time sails on by,
can the age of men be told by old,
are we forever lost in are souls,
can the ocean seas swirl over me
as the feel of the love grows into trees,
can you see how man can be as the anger and rage goes unchecked,
do we show are little ones that life should be full of guns,
or should we take a different path,
should we show them that love is there not in the hated of all men,
but in the loving songs of are golden hearts.