Echoes of Childhood
In the whisper of the morning, where the dew begins to gleam,
Lie the echoes of our childhood, like a softly fading dream.
Through fields of green and skies so blue, we ran with hearts so free,
In every laugh, in every game, pure joy our only key.
The years may pass, the seasons change, but memories remain,
Of childhood days, and innocent ways, untouched by life’s refrain.
Innocence Lost
In the garden of our childhood, where flowers bloomed so bright,
We lived in worlds of wonder, beneath the sun’s warm light.
With every step, a new adventure, with every day a song,
In the innocence of youth, where we felt we could belong.
Though time may steal our tender years, and paths may lead us far,
The spirit of our childhood dreams will always be our star.
Echoes of Youth
In childhood days, the world so wide,
With dreams and wonders magnified.
Each moment bright, each laughter free,
The magic of youth’s mystery.
In fields we played, in streams we waded,
The colors of our world never faded.
With friends so true and hearts so light,
We danced in day and dreamed at night.
Our days were long, our hearts were wild,
The simple joys of every child.
In every game, in every story,
We lived a life of purest glory.
Though time has passed and we’ve grown old,
The memories of youth, a treasure untold.
In every heart, in every mind,
The echoes of our childhood bind.
So here’s to days of endless sun,
The innocence of youth begun.
May we always find in life’s grand scheme,
The heart of childhood’s sweetest dream.
