In fields where laughter paints the skies,
We chased the sun with eager eyes,
The world was vast, yet close and near,
Each moment held with tender cheer.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
We carved our names in whispered pleas,
The winds would hum a lullaby,
As time slipped by, a gentle sigh.

Days of wonder softly fold,
In stories we have yet to be told,
The echoes of our youth remain,
In every joy, in every pain.

As paths diverge and shadows grow,
We hold the light of long ago,
In dreams that dance, forever bright,
A childhood’s love, our guiding light.