Childhood innocence is alive.
Happiness, clarity, love, beauty.
Look in the eyes of the nearest child,
You see nothing but hope and light,
Better.
Much better.
This is the world again.
This is the Garden of Eden,
Post apple, pre-hate.
Knowledge to be sought
And gained, without blood.
Beauty in the sun and the rain,
In the clouds and the stars.
Every star is bright.
There is hardly any black,
There are so many stars.
Lies and deceit give way
To truth and knowledge.
Jubilation trumps despair.
Colors flood the grey.
A child is a child once more.
Summer of life.
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