In the garden of youthful dreams,
Where time moves slow and life gleams,
We wander through fields of endless play,
Unaware of the fleeting day.

With each step, the seasons change,
As innocence begins to rearrange,
Questions bloom like flowers bright,
In the tender glow of morning light.

The winds of time whisper secrets old,
Stories of courage, tales untold,
We learn to dance with shadows long,
Finding strength where we belong.

And as the sun sets on childhood’s shore,
We stand taller, ready to explore,
The vast horizon calls us near,
Growing up, we embrace with cheer.