In dreams I roam through fields of gold,
Where echoes of laughter never grow old,
Childhood memories, sweet and true,
A journey back to days I once knew.
Through the mist of time, I see a swing,
Where I soared high, like a bird on the wing,
Innocent laughter, carefree and wild,
A treasure trove of memories, once compiled.
In the garden, beneath the old oak tree,
We built our castles, just my friends and me,
Imagination soared, in that magical place,
A world filled with wonder and infinite grace.
Whispers of secrets shared under the stars,
Innocent confessions, and heartfelt memoirs,
Echoes of childhood, pure and unrefined,
A journey through the echoes of a simpler time.