In childhood's embrace, I drifted to sleep, To crickets' song, the night's secrets to keep. A sky adorned with stars, a tranquil sight, Nature's symphony, in the soft moonlight.
In the morning, a scythe's rhythmic grace, Cutting through grass in that serene place. Our house nestled in a valley, so profound, With hills around, and meadows all around.
The backyard sat atop a gentle hill, A seat in the grass, pure wonder to instill. Surveying vast meadows, a tranquil sea, I thought, "I never want to leave, just be."
Worries vanished, as freedom took its flight, In daylight hours, from morning to night. Primroses gathered, in innocence, I'd play, Exploring meadows, on those carefree days.
Long walks led me, by a babbling stream, To the most beautiful meadows, like a dream. Amongst the wildflowers, my joy would unfurl, In meadows full of primroses, a precious pearl.
Summer nights, with their warm embrace, I'd sit and watch the grass, in tranquil grace. The wind's gentle sway, a soothing tune, Underneath the stars, 'neath the same moon.
In those moments, a child's pure delight, In nature's embrace, everything felt right. From crickets' lullabies to meadows wide, In my heart's memory, forever they reside.
*Created by AI based on author's memories
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