The forest grows, but not by chance,

Each branch is locked in a deadly dance.

The roots below don’t gently meet,

They wrestle fiercely, unseen, beneath.

The waves may lap a sandy shore,

But crush the cliffs in endless war.

Behind each quiet, there’s a fight,

That keeps the balance, day and night.

The fight for calm is nature’s way,

The peace you feel was won today.

Even the sparrow guards her nest,

Through silent threats, she fights her best.

Don’t be fooled by the gentle scene,

There’s always struggle in between.

The mountains stand, but they weren’t born still,

They rose through quakes and nature’s will.

The stars at night are peaceful fires,

But born from chaos and cosmic pyres.

The dew that rests on morning leaves,

Is drawn by force the roots believe.

Peace is earned, it’s never free,

A truth as old as history.

The fight for calm is nature’s way,

The peace you feel was won today.

Even the sparrow guards her nest,

Through silent threats, she fights her best.

Don’t be fooled by the gentle scene,

There’s always struggle in between.

The river’s path was carved by strife,

It doesn’t ask, it takes its life.

The lion sleeps, but it’s no fool,

Its peace is kept with teeth as tools.

Even love, with all its grace,

Survives by guarding sacred space.

Without the fight, the calm would fade,

A fragile peace, a fleeting shade.

So hear me now, the ones who’ll lead,

Peace requires the strongest creed.

In every quiet, every song,

There’s a battle raging all along.

Hold the calm, defend its ground,

For without a fight, it won’t be found.