In a world where innocence is lost so quickly, I pondered if it <br />truly exists at all. Where does one go to find it . . . this freedom of a pure, existence amidst an age-old classroom called life who teaches that innocence is best ignored. It was when I stopped looking that I was able to "see" a world with an <br />abundance of innocence and I chose it for my guide. Stop for a <br />moment and watch nature. Listen to all that is to be heard; for , this is <br />the true teacher of all living things. The smell of a rose, the call of a <br />wolf, the sight of a bird in flight. Nature's untainted innocence is <br />responsible for all these things. Nature hears no voice but it's own; yet, speaks to all who will listen. A <br />voice as constant as a rising sun or branches swaying in the <br />wind . . . for these are the soft-spoken words of innocence.<br /><br />Cheryl Greear<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/innocence-found/
