Peace is like a firework-desperate to be seen and heard 

 

It smells like a sweet cherry blossom, on the biggest tree. 

It tastes like a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. 

It sounds like the sea on a calm day, tiny waves lapping in the distance. 

It feels like a soft, fluffy, tiny kitten cradled in your arms. 

It lives like the sun, so bright and cheerful but eventually it has to go away again.