In the meadow where daisies bloom,
We chased the dreams of endless skies,
With laughter echoing through the room,
And wonder glimmering in our eyes.

Time, a river, gently flowed,
Carrying us on waves of change,
From innocence we slowly outgrow,
Yet memories remain, never strange.

The swings, the slides, the carefree days,
Where every moment felt so grand,
Now shadows cast in grown-up ways,
Yet still, we hold that child’s hand.

As seasons turn and years unfold,
The child within us softly stays,
In every story gently told,
A whisper of our yesterdays.