Whisper of Innocence
Reflection
In the quiet cradle of time, a soul awakens,
A tender gaze that pierces the veil of the unknown.
The softness of youth, a canvas of dreams,
Where innocence dances with the light of the dawn.
Eyes that hold the universe, yet see only the now,
A world of wonder in every glance.
The delicate strokes of life, etched in fine lines,
A symphony of being, yet to be played.
This child, a mirror of our own lost purity,
Reflects the essence of what we once were.
The gentle touch of time, yet to leave its mark,
A fleeting moment, eternal in its grace.
In this portrait, we find ourselves,
In the eyes that see without judgment,
The heart that beats with the rhythm of hope.
For in this innocence, we find our own redemption,
A reminder of the beauty that lies within us all.