A child

Achild's bright gaze, a world yet to explore, With tiny hands that reach for all they see, Awhispered secret, wanting nothing more Than simple joy and playful liberty. Each day a wonder, marvelously new, With laughter light as feathers on the breeze, They learn and grow, their spirit pure and true, Beneath the shade of ancient, watchful trees. Awhispered question, innocent and keen, Agentle touch that heals a hidden hurt, Atiny heart, a treasure to be seen, As innocence blossoms from the waiting earth. So hold them close, this precious, fleeting art, And cherish well this wonder of the heart. by✍️✍️✍️ princess.C. Odimma