In fields where laughter dances like the breeze,
We chased the sun, our dreams in endless chase.
Barefoot wanderers, with hearts so light and free,
Building castles in the sky, a boundless space.

The trees we climbed, our secret forts on high,
Whispered tales of magic in the rustling leaves.
Each scar a badge of honor, memories etched deep,
In the golden glow of summer that never leaves.

Evenings painted in hues of soft twilight,
Fireflies like stars in our small universe.
We spoke in whispers, of dreams yet to find,
Beneath the starlit canopy, we’d rehearse.

Now, distant echoes of those carefree days,
Remind us of the innocence we’ve left behind.
Yet in our hearts, the child still softly plays,
In dreams where time and age are gently intertwined.