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 the world is a whisper, and the heart is a song.
Eyes that hold the universe, yet see only the now,
A hand resting, a mind exploring the vast.
The innocence of a child, a mirror of purity,
Reflecting the light that dances on the horizon.
This sketch, a fleeting moment caught in time,
Speaks of beginnings, of hope, and of the unspoken.
It calls to the viewer, to remember their own,
To find in the child's eyes the spark of their own soul.
For in this simple line, in this quiet pose,
Lies the essence of life, the promise of growth.
A reminder that in the smallest of things,
Lies the greatest of truths, the heart of our being.