In the garden where laughter blooms,
Golden rays dance with whispered tunes,
Each petal a memory, soft and bright,
Painted with joy in the gentle light.
Children’s laughter echoes through the trees,
Carried by the warm and tender breeze,
Footprints of joy on paths of yesterday,
In the heart where time loves to play.
Moments wrapped in the warmth of smiles,
Stories spun in the simplest styles,
Each glance and touch, a tender thread,
Weaving dreams in the softest bed.
Even as the shadows start to fall,
Memories stand strong, tall and tall,
In the garden of time, they softly stay,
Whispers of joy that never fade away.