When I think back on my younger days,
of barefoot runs and sunlit haze,
the world was wide,the sky so blue,
and time moved slow,as dreams once do.

A dandelion held with care,
a wish whispered into summer air,
the laughter loud,the worries few,
the heart believed all things were true.

I chased the stars without a plan,
built castles high in shifting sand,
every scrape and every scar,
a badge of who we really are.

Old songs now stir forgotten scenes,
of paper boats and in-between,
of secret notes and fleeting glances,
of love that bloomed in quiet chances.

Though years have flown and time has changed,
and life's grown oddly rearranged,
the child I was still softly stays
within the echo of those days.

So when the world feels harsh and cold,
I close my eyes and gently hold
the magic,mischief, and the grace
that once lived in that younger place.