When old world meets The very young world It sees the joy in Untouched eyes Eyes that are yet to See any fear Seen just warmth And lots of love It’s pure as water From falling rain Clear as waters from The mountain springs The Old sees this And many more things In eyes of the welcoming Innocent being And realises finally It’s time is done And it may have to Leave this world But not sadness With joy it will leave Joy that innocence Is born again.