In the garden where laughter blooms,
We chased the sun with endless glee.
Our tiny hands grasped the fleeting day,
Innocence wrapped in a gentle breeze.

The swings creaked with tales untold,
As we soared high on wings of hope.
The world was vast, yet safe and warm,
Within the bounds of our secret grove.

Through winding paths of wonder we roamed,
Collecting dreams in jars of light.
Each step a promise of tomorrow,
As shadows lengthened towards the night.

Now we stand on the edge of time,
Memories woven into our souls.
Childhood whispers fade to echoes,
Yet in our hearts, the magic unfolds.