Innocence Poem by Green Peace

White, fluffy snow like innocence
Formless, odourless, religion less
Content in its lofty tent
Closed other precarious debts

Meditated upon its collected pristine aroma
But when wanted to delve its meaning, worth
Alas! it was lost
Totally transformed into tangible tar

The windy roads of conscious realised
That it rode away far away
Into the pure chariots of simplicity
Where it would seek serenity in the golden bays
Which masked not, but was immersed in divinity.