In the gentle sway of summer’s breeze,
Laughter danced beneath the trees,
Our footsteps light on fields of gold,
Stories of innocence, quietly told.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless blue,
Dreams were woven, pure and true,
Adventures called from every corner,
In a world where hearts were warmer.

The river sang a lullaby,
As time slipped gently, passing by,
In those days of endless wonder,
Where every moment held a thunder.

Now echoes of those days remain,
A sweet, nostalgic, gentle refrain,
In the heart’s quiet, sacred space,
Childhood memories leave their trace.