In the garden where dreams softly bloom,
Whispers of innocence fill the air,
A child’s laughter echoes in the room,
Pure and untouched, beyond compare.

Eyes wide with wonder, heart unscarred,
Exploring worlds both near and far,
In every shadow, a story starred,
Guided gently by the evening star.

Held by the warmth of a mother’s embrace,
Trusting in love’s eternal grace,
Unaware of life’s intricate race,
Finding joy in a simple place.

As time drifts by on wings of gold,
The purest tales are softly told,
Innocence, a treasure to hold,
A timeless journey, brave and bold.