In the meadow where wildflowers bloom,
We chased the butterflies in the afternoon’s glow,
Laughter echoed through the whispering leaves,
As time stood still in the innocent flow.

The swings creaked under the weight of our joy,
We soared high, touching the cerulean sky,
With each joyous leap, our spirits soared,
Embracing the freedom of a carefree sigh.

Beneath the twilight, we counted the stars,
Whispering secrets to the night’s gentle breeze,
Dreams woven in the fabric of the night,
Painted our hearts with memories to seize.

Childhood’s days, a symphony of bliss,
A tapestry of wonders, woven tight,
In the corner of our hearts, they remain,
A beacon of light in the velvety night.