In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
I hear the echoes of my childhood days.
The laughter of friends, the rustling of leaves,
Paint a picture of a time that stays.

The old oak tree stands tall and wise,
A silent witness to our youthful dreams.
Beneath its shade, where memories rise,
Life felt as simple as the flowing streams.

The scent of rain on the dusty streets,
A reminder of the seasons’ dance.
In every corner, where past and future meet,
My heart finds solace in a single glance.

Though miles apart, my soul remains,
Bound by the ties of love and care.
For in my hometown, through joy and pains,
I’ve left a piece of me, forever there.