In the warmth of summer’s light,
We danced through fields of gold,
Laughter echoed in the night,
As happy stories were told.

Memories like morning dew,
On petals of our youth,
Moments shared by me and you,
In the innocence of truth.

Each sunset painted skies ablaze,
With colors rich and bright,
A tapestry of joyous days,
That linger in the light.

Now, as time gently unfolds,
Those days in heart remain,
A treasure trove of tales retold,
In the embrace of memory’s chain.