The sun drifts softly through leaves overhead,
shadows dance where my memories are led,
I hear the echoes of laughter far away.
Whispers from the time that chose to stay.
In the golden afternoon,
I sit and reflect,
moments of childhood,
everything so pure and
perfect.
Life moves forward in May, those dreams remain,
like sunlight lingering after the rain.
The breeze carries scents from summers long gone,
barefoot adventures from dusk until dawn,
faces and places etched deep in my mind,
a warmth that I'll carry through the test of time.
In the golden afternoon, I sit and reflect,
moments of childhood, everything so pure.
Life moves forward in May, those dreams remain,
like sunlight lingering after the rain.
Time
flows gently, make reveres unseen,
years fade away, though the heart stays serene.
Though life changes with every season's sway,
those simple joys will never drift away.
The sun starts to dip your painted skies in gold,
but the stories I cherish will never
grow old.
With every breath I find peace in the past,
knowing these moments were made to last.
In the golden afternoon, I sit and reflect,
moments of childhood, everything so pure.
Life moves forward in May, those dreams remain,
like sunlight lingering after the rain.