In the garden of time, we wander free,
Chasing fireflies beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
With laughter echoing through the trees,
Innocence blooms where the wildflowers grow.

With each sunrise, a new chapter unfolds,
The pages turning with whispers of change,
From crayons and paper to stories untold,
Life’s rhythm dances, sometimes strange.

Through stormy nights and sunny days,
We learn to weave our hopes and fears,
Building dreams in myriad ways,
Embracing laughter, shedding tears.

Now we stand on the brink of tomorrow,
With courage born from the seeds of youth,
Facing the world with joy and sorrow,
Growing up, discovering truth.