Whispers of Innocence
Reflection
In the quiet cradle of dreams, a soul blooms,
A child's face, a canvas of purest light,
Lines dance like rivers of thought,
Colors weave a tapestry of hope and wonder.
Eyes that hold the universe,
A gaze that sees beyond the veil of time.
The scribbles of childhood,
A language of the heart, unspoken yet profound.
Here, in this fleeting moment,
Lies the essence of being,
A reminder of our shared humanity,
A mirror reflecting our deepest selves.
Let this image be a beacon,
Guiding us back to our origins,
Where innocence reigns,
And the world is a canvas of endless possibility.