In a world where innocence is lost so quickly, I
pondered if it 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 abundance of innocence and I chose it
for my guide. Stop for a moment and watch nature.
Listen to all that is to be heard; for, this is the true
teacher of all living things. The smell of a rose,
the call of a wolf, the sight of a bird in flight.
Nature's untainted innocence is responsible for
all these things.

Nature hears no voice but it's own; yet, speaks to all
who will listen. A voice as constant as a rising sun
or branches swaying in the wind.....for these are the
soft-spoken words of innocence.

By Cheryl Greear © 1998