In the garden of our childhood dreams,
We danced with shadows and chased the beams,
Laughter echoed through the morning dew,
As innocence painted skies of blue.

We built castles from the sands of time,
And sailed on ships of stories and rhyme,
Adventures bloomed in every corner bright,
As daylight bowed to the embrace of night.

Hands held tight through secret trails,
Whispered tales and summer gales,
Our hearts were free, unburdened and light,
Under the stars, our spirits took flight.

But time moves on, as shadows grow long,
The garden fades, but memories stay strong,
In the quiet moments, we hear the call,
Of childhood whispers, the sweetest of all.