In fields of golden light we played,
With dreams as vast as skies above.
Time whispered softly, unafraid,
Guiding us with gentle love.

We chased the stars with open eyes,
Believing in the magic near.
Yet as the seasons turned, we realized,
The path of life was never clear.

With every step we learned to grow,
Facing storms and gentle rains.
In the tapestry of life, we sew
Threads of joy and woven pains.

Now standing tall with hearts aglow,
Reflecting on the years gone by.
Understanding how the winds can blow,
And lift us up to touch the sky.