In the golden meadows where laughter grows,
We chase the sun as the warm wind blows,
With dreams as vast as the skies above,
A world painted with colors of love.

The morning dew on blades of grass,
Reflects the joy that seems to last,
A time untouched by fear or haste,
Where every moment is a treasure to taste.

Whispers of innocence in the breeze,
Carried through the rustling trees,
Echoes of a time so pure,
Where every heart found its cure.

As twilight falls on youthful days,
Memories linger in gentle ways,
A symphony of laughter and tears,
Forever cherished through the years.