Peace is my consience when I think of saying anything or doing anything wrong peace puts a burden on my back. I belive peace is the pollution of New York that's is like saying that is the breath we breath that freezes our consiences every day. Peace tastes like strawberries. Indians smoke peace pipes. War is very bad.
Peace is quiet and it's the colour white.
It tastes like cheese burgers and strawberries. Indians smoke Peace Pipes when they are going to make Peace. As sit here and write about peace, think of all the wars and the past between our world. I hope that someday, everyone will live in harmony and not judge people by the color of their skin, and really care about who that person is. If people would accept eachother, we never would have wars, crimes, and everything else negative that happens in our world, but everyone would like and love eachother no matter who they are.