In the meadow where daisies bloom bright,
I danced with shadows in the golden light.
The whispers of a sunlit past remain,
In dreams where laughter knew no pain.

Barefoot steps on the path of time,
Chasing the echoes of a distant chime.
The gentle breeze of yesteryears,
Carried the songs of joy and tears.

Under the canopy of an old oak tree,
We built castles of sand, wild and free.
The rustling leaves would softly croon,
A lullaby beneath the silver moon.

Oh, the memories painted in hues so bright,
In the gallery of my heart, a cherished sight.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
In the cradle of youth, stories unfold.