Whose innocence is that?

Photo credit: @steem-beat

Whose innocence is that?
I think I know.
Its owner is full of joy, like a vivid rainbow.
I watch her laugh, I walk alone.

She gives a smile,
And laughs again.
Until the only other sound is the break,
Of distant waves.

Her innocence is free,
Her spirit deep.
And she has promises to keep,
Sweet dreams come to her.

She rises from her bed,
With thoughts of birdsong awake.
Ready for the day ahead.

Russell Thompson (@steem-beat)