In the golden rays of the setting sun,
We chased our shadows in the fields,
Laughed until our voices were one,
In those days when time healed.

The scent of fresh rain on the earth,
The sound of laughter in the breeze,
Moments of unmeasured worth,
Childhood’s gentle, fleeting tease.

We built castles from our dreams,
In the sandbox by the sea,
With every tide, the world redeems,
A promise of what could be.

Now, as the years swiftly pass,
Those memories sweetly linger,
Like whispers through the looking glass,
Touched by time’s gentle finger.