In the gentle glow of morning’s light,
Where dreams dance in hues of gold,
Innocence whispers softly, pure and bright,
In the heart of a child, stories unfold.

A world untouched by shadows’ sway,
Where laughter rings like chimes of grace,
In fields where wildflowers gently sway,
A sanctuary, a sacred place.

The sky a canvas, vast and wide,
Painted with hues of endless dreams,
In innocence, we find our guide,
To sail on life’s ever-changing streams.

May we hold this innocence dear,
As we journey through paths unknown,
For in its light, we conquer fear,
And find the courage to stand alone.