In fields where dreams would softly play,
Amidst the sunlit, golden ray,
Children’s laughter filled the air,
In the world where we had not a care.

The skies were vast, the days were long,
We spun our tales, a joyful song,
With every step, a new delight,
In the gentle glow of fading light.

Time would dance on summer’s breeze,
Carving paths through ancient trees,
In secret forts, our stories grew,
In lands where only we once knew.

Now echoes fade, but still remain,
A tender whisper in the rain,
In memory’s heart, forever bright,
The innocence of childhood’s light.