A warm summer day with a little breeze,

bright blue skies with cotton-like clouds.

There was a happiness in the dell.

Birds and the small creatures running around,

happy as if not a care in the world.

Peace and prosperity lived in the dell.

Two scores since a mortal walked in the dell.

The ugly scars from man hidden from sight.

Peace.

On the evening sky, a small puff of smoke,

from over the far hill.

Man on the move once more,

peace soon to be a dream again.