In the soft embrace of morning light,
Lies a world untouched by sorrow’s blight.
Whispers of dreams in the gentle breeze,
A heart unbroken, a spirit at ease.

Eyes wide open to a land so vast,
Where time moves slow and shadows cast.
Innocence dances in fields of green,
A simple joy in every scene.

Hands untainted by the weight of years,
A soul yet free from worldly fears.
Laughter pure as a summer’s rain,
A fleeting moment, free from pain.

Yet as the sun begins to set,
The child within we can’t forget.
For in each heart, that light remains,
A spark of innocence, despite life’s chains.