Peace is the bleeding red on a rose.
Peace is the smell of a bakery filling up your nostrils.
Peace is the sound of music running through your ears.
Peace is the touch of velvet against your cheek.
Peace is a picket sign, with a rainbow peace sign painted on.
Peace is soft tissues, rubbing against your nose.
Peace is a cat, cuddling with you when you sleep.
Peace is root beer with the warm vanilla taste.
Peace is a sweatshirt that’s three times too big for you.
Peace is the beach at North Carolina.
Peace is a rose, with harmful thorns on bottom, but a beautiful flower on top.
Peace is a warm, sunny day with no clouds in sight.
Peace is a jeep wrangler, letting the wind rip through you with no doors or roof.
Peace is Imogen Heap singing calmly in your ears, putting you to sleep.
Peace is Bob Marley singing to “Is This Love?” above an audience that could fill the world.