Whispers of Innocence
Reflection
In the quiet cradle of dawn, a soul unfurls,
A tiny hand reaching, a heart unbound.
The world is vast, yet so small,
A universe in the grasp of a child's palm.
The light whispers secrets, soft and golden,
Guiding the steps of a curious mind.
Each line, each shadow, a story untold,
A journey of discovery, pure and kind.
The artist's hand, gentle and precise,
Catches the essence of a fleeting moment.
In the stillness of this tender scene,
We see ourselves, in innocence reborn.
For in every child, there lies a spark,
A mirror to our own forgotten hearts.
Through their eyes, we rediscover grace,
And in their touch, we find our own embrace.
This is not just a drawing, but a promise,
A reminder of the beauty we all possess.
In the quiet of this moment, we are one,
Bound by the threads of our shared soul.