Prismatic Innocence

In the cradle of soft hues, a soul blooms, A child's form, a canvas of dreams and light. Warm tones cradle the essence of youth, Where innocence dances with the dawn's first glow. Pietro, a name whispered in the air, A beacon of purity, a silent song. The world bends to his gaze, unspoken, A universe of wonder in his small hands. The lines of his form, delicate and true, Speak of a journey yet to unfold. In the shadow of colors, a story begins, A tapestry woven with hope and grace. This is not just a portrait, but a promise, A mirror reflecting the child within us all. In his stillness, we find our own peace, A reminder of the beauty that is life itself.