In the garden where innocence blooms,
We ran with laughter, chasing the moon,
Shadows danced on the walls of our room,
Whispering secrets only we could tune.

The swings creaked with tales untold,
Our hearts fearless, ambitions bold,
A world of wonder in our hold,
Every day a story to unfold.

The river sang a lullaby sweet,
As we dipped our toes in its fleeting beat,
Making memories, bittersweet,
In that refuge, our summer retreat.

Now, as the years silently pass,
Those days shimmer like delicate glass,
Etched in time, a golden mass,
Forever in our hearts to amass.