In the hazy glow of memory's light,
I see my childhood days so bright,
Days when the sun was always high,
And worries were just a far-off sigh.

I remember the fields of green and gold,
Where we played games both new and old,
The laughter and shouts that filled the air,
And the scent of summer everywhere.

We chased each other 'round the yard,
With reckless joy and no regard,
For time or place or any care,
Just living...