Beneath the ancient oak we stood,
With laughter echoing through the wood.
Old friends with stories to unfold,
Timeless tales in whispers told.
The paths we wandered, side by side,
In fields where golden dreams reside.
The canvas painted with our youth,
A tapestry of love and truth.
In every smile, a memory’s grace,
In every tear, a warm embrace.
Through changing skies and shifting sands,
We held the world within our hands.
As years cascade like gentle streams,
We cradle softly all our dreams.
Old friends, forever in our hearts,
In life, in love, we’ll never part.