CHILDHOOD DREAMS

Sweet Nostalgia:

In twilight's hush, a memory gleams,
Of childhood dreams, and sunlit streams.
A gentle breeze, a whispered rhyme,
A blush of pink in bygone time.

The eastern hills, where laughter soared,
Now draped in mist, a treasure stored.
The sun, a friend, with golden rays,
Wakes slumbering fields of youthful days.

A robin's song, a melody sweet,
Of mornings bright, on nimble feet.
The world unfolds, in dewy kiss,
A canvas painted, with recollected bliss.

A single bloom, a daisy bright,
A beacon pure, in morning's light.
A silent joy, a memory's hold,
A heart content, in stories told.

So let us greet this nostalgic dawn,
A cherished bloom, a childhood drawn.
With gentle smiles, and spirits light,
We chase the echoes of morning's delight.