Innocence

Innocence is a bud in no hurry to unfold
To open amidst the wintry world
When what is inside is not yet
But a hint of what could be
A grand promise
From long past
And still as good as
When it was first spoken.
It will take its time.
It has already taken its time.
It is far more than what we see
Or have yet imagined.
A world within
And beyond.
The kingdom at hand.
Budding.