In the morning light, dreams take flight,
Yet shadows grow tall, whispering calls,
A child’s laughter echoes, then falls,
Innocence fades, in the silent night.

The playgrounds quiet, swings stand still,
Chasing moments, never filled,
Time rushes by, against our will,
Leaving behind, a heart to fill.

In hurried steps, the world expands,
From tender years to distant lands,
The weight of days in gentle hands,
The child within, now understands.

Yet pause and breathe, in fleeting grace,
Embrace the journey, slow the pace,
In every line, a story traced,
In growing up, new dreams embrace.