Whispers of Innocence

In the quiet cradle of time, a soul unfurls, A tender sketch, a fleeting dream, A child's silhouette, a world to explore, Guided by the gentle touch of curiosity. The lines are soft, the strokes are light, A dance of innocence, a promise of growth. The eyes, though hidden, speak of wonder, A universe of questions in every glance. The monochrome palette whispers of purity, A canvas where imagination takes flight. The child, a symbol of hope and renewal, A beacon of the future, yet to be defined. In this sketch, we see ourselves, The echoes of our own childhood, The echoes of our dreams, The echoes of our unspoken truths. For in every line, there is a story, A story of discovery, a story of becoming. A story that reminds us of the beauty In the simple, the pure, the unblemished. Whispers of Innocence, a timeless ode, To the child within us all, forever young.