In the field where sunlight dances,
Laughter echoes through the trees,
Dreams are woven in the branches,
Carried by the gentle breeze.

Faces bright with endless wonder,
Chasing shadows, chasing light,
Hearts unburdened by the thunder,
Of the world’s relentless fight.

Moments stitched with golden thread,
In the tapestry of youth,
Stories told and tears unshed,
In the search for simple truth.

Childhood’s garden, lush and wild,
Cradles dreams yet undefined,
A whispered promise to the child,
Of the love they’ll one day find.