Pure Divine

In the quiet of the night,

A baby's laughter takes flight,

A symphony of pure delight,

In every giggle, a sparkling light.

Tiny fingers, soft and new,

Grasping at the world in view,

Eyes wide with wonder, so true,

Innocence shining through.

Their laughter like a melody,

Their innocence a mystery,

A glimpse of pure divinity,

In these tiny beings, such purity.

So fragile yet so strong,

Their spirit a radiant song,

In their presence, we belong,

A reminder of where we all belong.

Oh, precious little one,

In your eyes the rising sun,

Teaching us to love, to run,

With innocence, a battle won.

In your presence, we find grace,

In your laughter, a sacred place,

Babies, a gift from outer space,

In their innocence, we find embrace.

So let us cherish every moment,

With these tiny souls, so potent,

In their innocence, we find our tenement,

In their laughter, our hearts content.

Innocence unveiled, for all to see,

In the eyes of a baby, pure and free,

A reminder of who we used to be,

In their presence, we find the key.