In the golden hue of morning’s gentle rise,
Children’s laughter dances beneath the skies.
The playground whispers secrets of dreams untold,
In a world where hearts are brave and bold.

Underneath the oak’s embracing shade,
Imagination blooms where memories are made.
With every leap and every joyful shout,
The spirit of childhood wanders all about.

Through fields of daisies and streams that sing,
Innocence finds solace in the joys they bring.
Echoes of a time where worries cease to exist,
In the gentle embrace of a sunlit mist.

As the day fades to the gentle touch of night,
Stars begin their dance in the sky so bright.
Childhood dreams linger in the silence deep,
Guarding the treasures our souls wish to keep.