In fields of green, we used to roam,
With laughter echoing, pure as foam.
Golden days beneath the sun,
In childhood's embrace, we'd run.

Hide and seek among the trees,
Barefoot dances, wild and free.
Sweet memories like butterflies,
In the garden of our young lives.

Moonlit nights, stars above,
Whispers shared, secrets of love.
Childhood dreams, forever gleaming,
In our hearts, eternally streaming.
© Aanya Seraphina