In the heart of a sunlit meadow wide,
Where laughter dances with the breeze,
We chase the echoes of a joyful ride,
Through fields of dreams, beneath the trees.

Raindrops fall like gentle whispers,
Tapping rhythms on the ground,
We twirl and spin, young dreamers,
In this symphony of sound.

Colored kites against the azure sky,
Painting stories of carefree flight,
With every gust, they soar and fly,
Embracing the endless light.

Through the golden hours of fun,
We find our spirits lifted high,
A timeless dance beneath the sun,
Where joy and laughter never die.