In a world painted with laughter,
Where innocence danced in the breeze,
We wandered through fields of wonder,
Under skies that promised dreams.
Our feet on paths of endless stories,
Chasing shadows of the afternoon,
We built castles with our hopes,
Beneath the watchful eye of the moon.
Time, the gentle sculptor, molds us,
Etching lines of wisdom and grace,
Yet in the heart, a child’s whisper,
Remains in every embrace.
As we grow, the echoes linger,
Of days when the world was new,
In the quiet moments of reflection,
We find the child within us, too.