In the golden hues of summer days,
Where laughter lingers, and time does play,
Memories dance on a sunbeam’s ray,
In those fields where we used to stray.

The scent of grass, the touch of breeze,
Childhood’s wonders, simple and free,
Echoes of joy in the rustling trees,
Whisper secrets of what used to be.

Beneath the sky, so wide and blue,
Dreams were born, and hearts were true,
Every moment, a treasure new,
In those days, so tender and few.

Though years pass and seasons change,
The essence of youth will always remain,
In the heart’s quiet, eternal range,
Childhood memories, forever our gain.