Where Innocence Meets Joy ☀️ ​

​In a meadow where the light is soft and new, AWhere Innocence Meets Joy ☀️ ​In a meadow where the light is soft and new, And skies are painted in the clearest blue, A small hand reaches for a butterfly's wing, In that gasp of wonder, true happiness takes its swing. ​No shadow there, no complex, heavy thought, Just the bright, clean lesson life has taught: A dandelion clock, a bubble's perfect flight, A world composed of pure, unfiltered light. The laughter rings, a bell both clear and brief, Untouched by worry, prejudice, or grief.nd skies are painted in the clearest blue, A small hand reaches for a butterfly's wing, In that gasp of wonder, true happiness takes its swing. ​No shadow there, no complex, heavy thought, Just the bright, clean lesson life has taught: A dandelion clock, a bubble's perfect flight, A world composed of pure, unfiltered light. The laughter rings, a bell both clear and brief, Untouched by worry, prejudice, or grief. ​It's found in clumsy steps and knees scraped bright, In waking up to greet the morning's sight. Innocence, a vessel, open, wide, and free, Meets Joy, the boundless, surging, open sea. The two combine, not planned but simply found, In the safe, small kingdom of a playground.