In the quiet of the morning, shadows stretch long,
Whispering tales of childhood now left behind,
Time, the swift thief, carried dreams along,
Leaving echoes of laughter in the mind.

Once, the world was painted with endless hues,
Days of innocence, where dreams took flight,
Yet seasons changed, and with them, the views,
As the sun set on another fleeting night.

The mirror now reflects a visage unknown,
Eyes that hold wisdom, and traces of youth,
In the rush to grow, what seeds have been sown,
In the soil of our dreams, nurtured with truth?

Yet in this journey, find solace and grace,
For the heart remembers where it began,
Through the sands of time, in the endless race,
We find our way back to the child within.