As a flower emerges from the ground,
That was kissed by frozen snow.
A seed that was sown by God's own hand,
Just waiting for Spring to grow.

For, a Monarch evolves from a lowly worm,
It's beauty, a sight to behold.
That graces the air, for all to see,
More precious than silver or gold.

Freedom springs from rusty chains,
That bind, with malicious intent.
To suffocate a way of life,
Never in the way that God meant.

God never meant for the world to be,
His footstool of war and strife.
But, a place of peace, for all to share,
Treasuring His precious gift of life.

But, Mankind's greed and powerlust,
Have made Earth hard to cope.
It's humanity's turn to stem this tide,
To survive, we all must harbor hope.

These are just of few of the things,
Some rise from beginnings of violence.
For, hope is even in the bloodiest war,
A baby's cry, emerges from the silence.