The price of harmony

depends on the act

some are high

others fall through the cracks

Moods are filled with ice

when frost is on the ground

taking it out on someone

when no one else is around

Change arrives

when we let the small things go

washing away the hate

letting kindness grow

A smile

then a kind word

harmony is restored

the insult appears absurd

Walking away

letting anger go

remembering this will pass

the heart begins to grow

Peace in the valley

walking in the wind

letting go of the small things

perhaps will help a war end