Two lovers lie upon their bed
Made from a tree. They rest their heads
While in the distance there is strife.
They safely rest, imagine life
Without those worries and it’s then
They find their love alive again.
But when to them the fighting nears
They arm themselves in spite of fears
And fight defending what they know
Of good, of truth to help them grow.
Whatever happens that is when
They find their love alive again.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt Peace.
Sue Vincent provided the photo for the prompt.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 