The luke warm sun shines through to the stone cold ground
Worms wiggle and giggle, the fire is lit
Worms no nothing of war and turmoil, I suspect
Neither do ants, but i cannot be too sure.
Children filter through the littered Autumn leaves
The red and gold excites their inquisitive eyes
But they are not sensory so much to the site of these crisp leaves
As to their feel as they shuffle through laughing
Life in my avenue a tree lined street,
The worms wiggle and giggle underground
And so it will be the whole world over
When peace is found.