In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory

In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory, Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts, Taking me back to the times of childhood, when backyards were boundless realms That embraced my young soul, offering a stage for the great symphony of the earth, The seasons playing in their fullness, like an orchestra under the baton of destiny. Expanses of grass spread wide, calling bare feet to explore, Tall trees, green sentinels, their branches forming secret forts, Old sheds whispered stories of bygone years, with their timeworn tools and dusty relics, Woven into the fabric of history, echoes of times long past. In the corners of the garden, bathed in filtered light, nature’s treasures opened up— Ripened tomatoes under a benevolent sky, corn standing with modest pride, Clusters of grapes growing cool under the arching vines, their sweet darkness Bursting in the mouth of an eager child, nectar trickling down sticky cheeks. The velvety skin of apricots and peaches, nectar flowing deliciously, Fresh eggs discovered early in the morning by wandering hens, These backyards, sanctuaries of innocence, absorbed the pains of childhood like blotting paper, Offering solace and escape, transforming into theaters of fantasy. Sheriffs patrolling dusty towns, princesses in golden towers, Summer days baptized by the arching spray of sprinklers, An icy challenge for small feet, water games and genuine laughter. But, like all enchanted realms, this too faded, As the borders of backyards shrank, And the call of distant lands became irresistible, Restless spirits ventured further, leaving behind their Eden, Breaking the delicate spell of beginnings, to chase destinies beyond the garden gate. Thus I grew with dreams and yearnings, living and learning, always seeking That infinite sequence of perfect moments, where the soul longs to rest, In the gardens of yesteryear, where every moment was imbued with magic, And innocence bloomed in every shady corner, under the sun of eternity.