After the battle

The grassy plane waved on

The sun went up across the sky and set

Like any other day

The flowers opened at break of dawn

And showed that beauty is there still

Among the fallen soldiers strewn

Across the grass

Across the world

And no one speaks

And no one hears

The truth

That rings so loud and clear

That war is often used by men

For reasons that are lost in fear

So on that field of grassy plane

Where breezes ripple waves of grain

An inland sea whose waves roll on

Reclaims this earth we all live on

©Diane E. Dockum, April 14, 2015