In the gentle embrace of golden rays,
Where laughter danced with morning dew,
We chased the breeze in endless plays,
And every moment felt pure and true.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Secrets whispered in the rustling leaves,
We spun stories with the wandering breeze,
In a world of magic one believes.

The moon watched over our innocent schemes,
As fireflies painted the night with glow,
We sailed on ships built of dreams,
To lands only the young heart could know.

Now echoes of those days softly call,
In the quiet corners of the mind,
Reminding us of the joy in small,
In the treasures of childhood we find.