Echoes Of Poetry

Innocence

Innocence is a precious thing,
A gift that we are born with,
It's the wonder in a child's eyes,
And the joy that they exude.

It's the laughter of a baby,
And the trust that they bestow,
It's the way they see the world anew,
And the love that they show.

Innocence is a fragile thing,
Easily lost with time,
As we grow and learn the ways of the world,
And experience life's hard climb.

We see the pain and suffering,
And the darkness that can reign,
And our innocence slowly fades,
Like a flower in the rain.

But still, we hold onto it,
As a treasure to behold,
A reminder of the purity,
That once defined our soul.

For in our innocence, we find hope,
And a glimpse of something true,
A reminder of the beauty,
That we can still pursue.

So hold onto your innocence,
And let it guide you through the fray,
For it is a precious thing indeed,
And worth protecting every day.

~~~kereninkwell