In the meadow where dreams would weave,
We ran with joy, so free to believe,
Under skies so pure and blue,
A world of wonder, fresh and new.

Laughter echoed through the trees,
Secrets whispered by the breeze,
With tiny hands and hearts so light,
We danced in the glow of the fading light.

Our imaginations soared so high,
Building castles in the sky,
Heroes of our own sweet tales,
Sailing on our makeshift sails.

Now those days are memories dear,
Etched in time, forever clear,
Childhood, a treasure, pure and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.