Innocent beauty

If innocent beauty is not a pristine stream,
then be it in the pure springs of its birth.

If not and act of kindness, 
it must then be the notion of kindness conceived in the heart.

But where does innocent beauty come from?
From lovers walking hand and hand along the serene shoreline of a beach?

Or could it be from the tender simplicity of a loving kiss?
I think these things are the roots of a great tree or even its sweet fruits.

But innocent beauty is the passion of life that is instilled in everything, in birth, growth, survival, love and death.

We must then know that life’s events are only the children of their divine mother,

“Innocent Beauty”