In the quiet of the evening, memories softly gleam,
Whispering tales of days gone by, where dreams once wove their seam.
Laughter dances on the breeze, a melody so sweet,
Reminding hearts of moments past, where time and love would meet.

Golden rays of summer sun, cascading through the trees,
Painting pictures in the mind, of carefree days at ease.
The scent of blooming flowers, the sound of children’s play,
All these echoes from the past, in our hearts, they stay.

Autumn leaves that gently fall, a symphony of hues,
Reflecting on the changes, the old and the new.
Footsteps on a winding path, a journey through the years,
Each step a memory, each turn a blend of tears and cheers.

In the tapestry of life, the threads of time entwine,
Creating a mosaic, both intricate and fine.
Nostalgia is the gentle touch, a whisper from the past,
Reminding us of where we’ve been, and how those days will last.