A rosebud unspoiled by time,
A bird that's just learned to climb,
A snowflake that's yet to touch the ground,
A treasure in its wrapping, still to be found.
A song that's waiting to be sung,
An unfinished canvas, still among,
A pearl that's forming in its shell,
A tale that's waiting to be told and to tell.
The world is new, each step divine,
A heart that's pure, a soul that's kind,
A spirit that's yet to be confined,
A spark of light that's yet to be defined.