They chose the Dove
with her olive branched beak,
hope made tangible,
rather than the eagle's arrow-
holding claws,
the mistletoe
of love
over the
laurel leaves of
limelight,
the
apple seeds of
free food,
the pine cones of
beauty
the acorns of
reforesting oaks
over the asphalt
of the control
of Mother Earth.
This is wonderful. May peace be with you always. Linda