Echoes of a Sunlit Sky

The wind hums through golden fields,

carrying whispers of childhood laughter,

soft as the hush of falling petals.

Barefoot on sun-warmed earth,

I once raced the shadows of passing clouds,

wild, unbound, infinite.

The scent of rain lingers on my skin,

a memory stitched into the fabric of time.

Each droplet, a note in the song of yesterday,

singing of long-forgotten stories

woven into the roots of ancient oaks.

Oh, how the river knew my name,

its silver hands carving dreams in the shallows.

I traced my future in ripples and reflections,

watching the sky unfold in trembling waves,

never once fearing the depth beneath.

Now, with years stacked like autumn leaves,

I gather these moments in open palms,

holding them up to the sun—

glowing embers of a life well-lived.

For even as time shifts like tides upon the shore,

some echoes never fade.