Her innocence was something undescribable.
She wrote her eyes as tiny microscopes to explore the seemingly huge world around her.
She gazed away at the blowing leaves on the trees and owndered what made them blow.
She would watch the tiny bugs crawl accross the soft grass and wonder what made their tiny little legs move in such fast, swift motion.
What made her eyes see the objects she was seeing?
What made her ears hear the sounds of the rain hitting the ground?
Such a curious, fragile young thing she was.
She seemed to herslef so small in such a gigantic world.