Innocent Child in the Meadow

Barefoot in the meadow, hair wild as the breeze, chasing dandelion wishes,

falling to my knees. The sky hums a lullaby, the earth whispers

low, the sun paints my freckles in its golden glow.

Oh, innocent child spinning in the sun, every step a

story, every laugh a run, wild flowers and wonder,

your heart unbound. Oh, innocent child, you're lost and found.

Grass-stained knees and tiny hands full of dirt, a secret kingdom

built in an old torn shirt. Butterflies as messengers, clouds as your map,