Children holding the beauty of innocence so carefully
in their undeveloped minds, practicing it naturally
without qualms or doubts.
Feeling the purity of life setting them apart from
teens and adults.
Wonder of everything, learning minutes at a time,
expanding their minds with leaps and bounds.
Forging new pathways down life's rose gardens,
enhancing their knowledge and wisdom with lessons
learned forever in interior minds of clay, molding
themselves without any reserves, becoming the children
of God they are.
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