In the realm of innocence, where wonders ignite,
Childhood dances freely, in purest light.
A kaleidoscope of laughter and delight,
A chapter of life, forever shining bright.
Imagination's canvas, a world to create,
Where dreams take flight, with no bounds to abate.
In make-believe kingdoms, we'd eagerly roam,
Exploring realms of magic, our hearts at home.
Barefoot adventures under the sun's warm embrace,
Splashing in puddles, leaving trails of grace.
Carefree and wild, like the wind in our hair,
Childhood's symphony, a melody rare.
Oh, the simple joys that childhood would bring,
Chasing butterflies and hearing robins sing.
Building sandcastles, reaching for the sky,
Innocence painted in hues, never to say goodbye.
With friends as comrades, secrets we'd share,
Creating bonds unbreakable, beyond compare.
Through scraped knees and giggles, we'd grow,
Learning life's lessons, as seeds we sow.
But childhood, alas, is a fleeting phase,
Like fireflies' glow in dusky haze.
Yet within our hearts, its essence remains,
A treasure trove of memories, a love that sustains.
So let us cherish the gift that we've had,
The moments of joy, the adventures so glad.
For childhood's tapestry, woven with glee,
Shapes the adults we become, wild and free.
