Magical Innocence

In the cafe's gentle hum,

By the window, thoughts would come.

Outside, a scene, simple, bright,

A boy in chase, a bird in flight.

 

With every step, his laughter rings,

In every flap, the pigeon sings.

A dance of joy, of freedom's call,

In this game, no win or fall.

 

His smile, a sunbeam, pure, alive,

As the bird takes wing, then dives.

A moment's chase, a heartbeat's thrill,

In this dance, time stands still.

 

A symbol, this, of life's sweet play,

Of innocence in joyful sway.

Where every chase, a lesson learned,

In every flight, our dreams returned.

 

In this simple, sweet parade,

The beauty of life is displayed.

A child, a bird, in light's embrace,

Reminds us of a gentler pace.

 

So, let's cherish these moments, ever fleeting,

In every heart, a joyful beating.

For in these acts, so small, so bright,

Lies the magic of life, in plain sight.