In fields where laughter meets the sky,
The dance of shadows, time slips by.
Barefoot dreams on morning dew,
A world reborn, each day anew.

Under trees with arms so wide,
Secrets whispered, none to hide.
Imagined worlds in whispered tales,
Adventure’s call in gentle gales.

Through streams and sunlight’s gentle play,
We chased the hours, let them stray.
In every corner, magic spun,
A tapestry of days begun.

Now echoes of those golden days,
In hearts they linger, soft bouquets.
Childhood’s wonder, pure and bright,
A cherished glow, eternal light.