In fields where daisies sway in the breeze,
We danced with shadows, climbed ancient trees.
Our laughter echoed through the golden sky,
In worlds where only we could fly.

The sun would paint our afternoons in gold,
Stories of heroes and legends bold.
Time was a river, endless and bright,
Flowing gently through day and night.

With chalk and hopscotch on the street,
Barefoot adventures, with dusty feet.
Each stone a treasure, each step a quest,
In the realms where we never rest.

Moonlit whispers and secret dreams,
Innocence wrapped in silver beams.
Childhood, a land of wonder and play,
Forever alive in our hearts today.