In the golden light of morning’s embrace,
We chased the wind with laughter’s grace.
Through fields of dreams and endless skies,
Our childhood days, where magic lies.

Beneath the tree, our secret place,
We spun tales of stars and space.
With hearts so pure and eyes so bright,
We danced with shadows in the night.

The playground was our kingdom vast,
Where every moment seemed to last.
In the symphony of youth’s sweet song,
We found a world where we belonged.

Now time has flown, those days are past,
Yet in our hearts, those memories cast.
A tapestry of joy and dreams,
Our childhood, like a river’s streams.