In fields where daisies dance and play,
We chased the fleeting clouds away.
With laughter echoing through the skies,
We wove our dreams as time flies.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
We shared our secrets with the breeze.
Imaginations soared on wings,
As we crafted kingdoms for our kings.

The whispers of the rustling leaves,
Told tales of magic one believes.
In every shadow, mystery found,
As innocence wrapped us around.

Now echoes of those days remain,
In memories like gentle rain.
Forever cherished, never old,
The stories of our youth unfold.