The summers of childhood, a golden embrace.
A canvas of blue, overflowing with sun’s warm grace.
Barefoot we wandered, through fields of green.
In a world so vast, untouched and serene.
The scent of fresh grass, the hum of the bees,
Echoes like laughter in the whispering trees.
Rivers like mirrors, glinting with light.
We’d chase after dreams, from dawn until night.
We built sandcastles, grand and tall,
That waves would crumble, one and all.
The air swayed gently, soft as a prayer,
With clouds like cotton, drifting in air.
The taste of sweet berries, the joy of the rain,
Splashing through puddles, again and again.
Stories spun under the star-studded sky,
Where time stood still, and we didn’t ask why.
The summers of childhood, forever we’ll keep,
In the corners of memory, where the heart falls asleep.
Loved your poem! We had alot of fun in childhood as well. Loved how it flowed and the rhyme.