Naive


The bright rising sun brings us Morning
From where we start it all
Our lives like blooming of little wild roses
Growing colourful in the wide green gardens.

The Noon brings us the heat of fire
As we have been in the place called Young
Natural, innocent and inexperience
Comes the word you may have heard... naive.

But what can the darkness of the Night bring
The coldness, speechless and silents in hearing
We needes the countless moments to think
For we were still naive...

As we dream on through the night
We get to learn and be a little wiser
As friendship blooms and feelings grow
Suddenly we feel like in the midst of the same rose

Naive never escapes... but by it we are wiser
To learn a little each time
To cover our anxiety
Through our lives as we gain dignity
It's just a step of leatning.

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