Rose Coloured Glasses

I sat under a tree
On a hill
Above a war ravaged country side.

Below me,
There was destruction
And chaos.

Out of my pocket
I pulled out my rose coloured glasses
And put them on.

The scenery changed,
Where where was destruction,
There was beauty.
Where there was hate,
love resided.
Where there was war,
Peace reigned.

One day,
I thought,
Some day,
I won't need these glasses.
Some day,
One day,
I'll see peace
Without rose coloured glasses.

*To be honest, I can't remember if I posted this before.