Ode to dear peace

I am not born,
Not bred,
Nor produced.

I am a puzzle,
Scattered,
Tattered,
And thrown abroad.

Everyone has a piece,
For I am everywhere.

The solemn search for me,
The courageous may catch a glimps,
Of the dust trail I leave as a gift.

Thus leaving me in the air.

Speeches, devotions, and wars!
All for me. The quiet one.
I am the fruit without a core,
Lacking skin, and meaty flesh.

I am only the satisfaction….
No borders, no prejudice, no anger.

I am seen through every color,
Language,
Race,
Nation,
Hill and crevice.

I am the puzzle though
I am never fully complete.

Every and all
must join together before you,
Can dance
With me.