A child

Curiosity is our greatest trait

I smile as I watch her wander over to me, to others

In this moment, life is more than precious, more than important.

Toddling and babbling, she explores

And suddenly the world is the gentle place it was once rumored

Everything smiles down on her; who could resist such purity?

She trips over her own feet and glances around again from the ground

Large eyes that have yet to know of the dangers, the fears

Innocence in its greatest form.

Her dad runs after her.