In the golden light of dawn, we ran free,
Through fields of dreams and endless possibility.
With hearts unburdened, and spirits so high,
Our laughter painted the canvas of the sky.

We chased the sun and danced in the rain,
Each moment a treasure, without any strain.
The world was vast, yet so small in our eyes,
Every day a new adventure, a new surprise.

Beneath the old oak, we wove tales of might,
Heroes and dragons, till the fall of night.
The stars were our guide, the moon our friend,
In that magical realm, we hoped it would never end.

Now as we walk in the shadows of time,
Those days remain, in heart and mind.
A whisper of youth, a song of old,
The timeless joy, in childhood’s hold.