In the gentle whisper of the morning light,
Where dreams linger softly on the edge of night,
A world unfolds, untouched by time’s embrace,
Where innocence weaves its delicate trace.
The laughter of a child, pure and bright,
Echoes through the air, a joyful flight,
In eyes unclouded by the weight of years,
The world remains a place free from fears.
A dance of shadows under the sun’s warm gaze,
Chasing butterflies in a carefree maze,
In every step, a story yet untold,
Innocence shines with a heart of gold.
As twilight falls and stars begin to gleam,
A gentle sigh carries the sweet dream,
Innocence, a fleeting, fragile song,
Yet in its melody, we all belong.