innocence

A young girl cradles a lamb, her bare feet brushing soft grass. Golden light spills over them, highlighting the lamb’s wool and the child’s delicate fingers. A wreath of wildflowers rests in her hair—simple, untamed. The scene hums with quiet purity, untouched by time or doubt.

A barefoot child sits with folded hands, eyes cast downward. White fabric drapes over small shoulders, sunlight catching the folds. A single feather rests near her feet—soft, weightless, out of place. The air feels still, as if holding its breath.