Where Dreams Are Born

In a realm where dreams are born,

Where laughter dances, joy is adorned,

Resides the youth with hearts untamed,

innocence glowing, souls unblamed.

Oh, the bliss of youthful days,

When life's enchantment brightly plays,

Like butterflies in meadows fair,

They chase the sunbeams everywhere.

Their eyes sparkle with pure delight,

In their hearts, hope takes flight,

Every moment a wondrous treasure,

Filled with mirth, without measure.

In innocence, they find their way,

Curiosity guiding their foray,

Exploring life's uncharted lands,

With fearless hearts and eager hands.

Their laughter echoes through the air,

A symphony of joy, beyond compare,

Unburdened by the weight of time,

In youth's embrace, they sweetly chime.

Their smiles ignite a radiant glow,

Like sunflowers in full bloom's show,

Their spirits free, their hearts unbound,

In their presence, magic is found.

Oh, to relish the days of youth,

Where dreams are nurtured, love is truth,

To dance with innocence once more,

And embrace the joy we felt before.

For youth is but a fleeting gift,

A tender flower, a gentle drift,

Let us cherish its fleeting grace,

And hold its memories in embrace.

In the tapestry of life we weave,
May the innocence within us never leave,
For in the joy of youth we find,
A treasure that forever shines.