In fields where golden sunlight played,
We chased the dreams that never fade,
Laughter echoed through the air,
In moments free from worldly care.

Beneath the skies of endless blue,
With each adventure that we knew,
The world was vast, a boundless land,
Held tightly in our tiny hands.

The trees would whisper ancient tales,
Of pirates’ ships and fairy trails,
Imagination soared so high,
As we believed that we could fly.

Though years have passed and we have grown,
Those days remain, a treasure shown,
In the heart’s most sacred place,
The childhood dreams we still embrace.