There once was a King who offered a prize to the
artist who would paint the best picture of peace.
Many artists tried.  The King looked at all the
pictures, but there were only two he really liked
and he had to choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake.
The lake was a perfect mirror, for peaceful
towering mountains were all around it.  Overhead was 
a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.  All who saw 
this picture thought it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too.  But these
were rugged and bare.  Above was an angry sky from
which rain fell, and in which lightening played.  Down
the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall.
This did not look peaceful at all.  But when the King 
looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush
growing in a crack in the rock.  In the bush a mother 
bird had built her nest.  There, in the midst of the 
rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest.

The King chose the second picture as the winner.
"Because," explained the King, "peace does not mean
to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble,
or hard work.  Peace means to be in the midst of all
those things and still be calm in your heart. That 
is the real meaning of peace."  
~Author Unknown~