It is pure, for it has come not across impurity. The flower of life has not yet budded and blossomed. Innocent, pure and angelic is childhood. To see children is to see the Yazatas and Amesha Spentas, the Angels and Archangels of Ahura Mazda. Nature abounds in many a charming object, but none so sweet as a child.
Children fill our eyes with light and our hearts with delight.
They gladden and they brighten our homes with their bright faces and happy smiles and sweet prattlings. They amuse us and cheer us and enliven us. Incomparable is the joy to fondle them and love them and play with them. Children in their budding tender life, are the poetry and song of human life. Childhood has no past.