Echoes of Childhood

In fields where time once softly danced,
And whispers spoke of dreams,
A child's heart, pure and unenhanced,
Explored the sunlit streams.

Where shadows played with light's embrace,
And laughter kissed the air,
Each moment held a timeless grace,
With innocence laid bare.

The skies above, a canvas wide,
Of endless azure blue,
In every cloud, a story lied,
And every breeze was new.

Bare feet upon the dewy grass,
With freedom in each stride,
No yesterday, no future past,
Just now, the perfect guide.

In gardens where the fairies dwell,
And secrets gently told,
The world a never-ending spell,
Of wonders to behold.

The swings that soared to touch the sky,
With dreams tied to the ropes,
And every fall, a gentle sigh,
Rebounding boundless hopes.

The trees, our castles tall and green,
Where adventures would ignite,
We sailed through realms of the unseen,
Till stars replaced the light.

With every path, a new delight,
Through forests deep and wide,
Imaginations took to flight,
No bounds, no need to hide.

The echoes of a friendly shout,
The games that had no end,
From dawn until the stars came out,
Each day, a faithful friend.

Beneath the blanket of the night,
With moonbeams soft and clear,
We whispered wishes to the light,
And held no trace of fear.

The crickets sang their lullaby,
The night winds hummed along,
The fireflies danced in the sky,
A glowing, silent song.

Then dreams would take us far away,
To lands where dragons soared,
Where heroes ventured, unafraid,
With swords and hearts adorned.

The morning sun, a golden ray,
Would beckon us anew,
To find the wonders of the day,
With skies of endless blue.

Now echoes of those days remain,
In hearts that once were free,
A distant yet familiar strain,
Of childhood's melody.

Though time has drawn us far apart,
From those enchanted years,
The child we were lives in our heart,
Beyond the reach of fears.

For in the quiet of our minds,
When life feels old and gray,
The magic of those simple times,
Still lights the darkest day.