Peaceful, peaceful little dove 
Flying high with peace and love. 
Untouched by human skin. 
Look to the rainbow growing thin. 

The sky brightens after the storm 
The trees begin to blossom. 
It becomes warm. 

Up in the flowering tree
Sets a bird that once was free. 
A bird so innocent and so white. 
A bird so pure by day and night. 

The bird went wrong one day.
It thought it found love along the way. 
But the bird found not the sweet love 
For the bird found only another broken dove. 

Peaceful, peaceful little dove, 
Flying high with peace and love. 
Untouched by any human skin. 
Look to the rainbow growing thin.

By Traci Jenkins