In fields where wildflowers bloom bright,
We danced beneath the endless sky,
With hearts unburdened, pure delight,
In the gentle breeze, dreams would fly.

The world a canvas, vast and wide,
Each day a story yet untold,
In laughter’s echo, we would hide,
Treasures of childhood to behold.

But as the sun began to set,
And shadows stretched across the land,
We felt the pull of time’s gentle threat,
The grasp of years, its subtle hand.

Yet in our hearts, those days remain,
A tapestry of joy and grace,
In memories’ embrace, we reclaim,
The magic of our youthful pace.