In the golden fields where memories play,
Laughter dances in the gentle breeze,
Sunlight holds the promises of a day,
Where every moment is a chance to seize.
Under the shade of the old oak tree,
Stories are spun with threads of delight,
Imaginations run wild and free,
Turning daylight into a magical night.
Skipping stones on a shimmering lake,
Each ripple a journey to lands unknown,
Innocence blooms with each step we take,
In a world where we’ve always grown.
The whispering winds carry us away,
To the realms of dreams and endless skies,
In childhood’s embrace we wish to stay,
Where every heart learns to rise.