It is beautiful to be a child,
A vessel of love so divine,
In every laugh and sweet word's grace,
A light that makes the heavens shine.
Innocence rises high and free,
Above the worldly weight of things;
A child looks only to the heart—
A mother's love with boundless wings.
She cradled life with gentle care,
Nurturing souls within her womb;
Her touch, a seed for dreams to grow,
Through light that banishes all gloom.
Let us, like children, learn to grow,
In the embrace of love so vast;
Truths long concealed will softly bloom,
Revealed as time's stream moves past.
The crown of innocence, so bright,
Adorns their dreams with golden gleam;
Lit by a mother's radiant light,
They guard the treasures of the soul—
The stream of life flowing from eternity,
From the pure and pristine source—
of innocence and love.
MyKoul
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