Innocence:

What is more pure
Than a child's joy
Nothing soothes the soul
Like a child's laugh
Filled with such wonder
And love for the world
Purest form of innocence
Unblemished by an indifferent world
Those luckily enough
To have a mothers and fathers love
Carefree in their discoveries
So curious about how it all works
Smiles so bright
It warms the soul
Purest form of innocence
Mimicking their surroundings
The way they reason so astounding
For pure way they see it all
When they learn right from wrong
Twinkle in their eyes
Tickle the heart
When they're caught acting up
Have the grace to look ashamed
Yet so quick to turn a frown upside down
Can't help but laugh
At the antics they try to pull
Nothing so pure
As a child's love
Accept for their innocence