Whispering Childhood

In my backyard glade, where wildflowers bloomed, I danced with the butterflies, my worries consumed. A sturdy old tree, with branches so wide, became my fortress, my secret place to hide. We’d climb to the top, the world felt so grand, with dreams painted brightly, my friends at my hand. We’d race through the fields, hearts bursting with glee, Imagining mighty castles, as bold as could be. With sticks as our swords, we’d conquer the land, in kingdoms of make-believe, together we’d stand. As the sun dipped low, and the sky turned to gold, we’d gather our treasures, stories to be told. A pocket of marbles, a shiny smooth stone, each treasure a memory, forever my own. With whispers of secrets, beneath starlit skies, counting the fireflies, making wishes that rise. In those fleeting moments, when time felt so still, the magic of childhood fulfilled every thrill. Years slipped away, like leaves in the breeze, but laughter still echoes, carried on memories. For in every heartbeat, in every sweet smile, I hold onto glimmers, that joy all the while. So here’s to those days, to the friends that I knew, to the simple adventures that shaped me and you. In the garden of youth, where my spirit would play, one of my fondest treasures is never far away.