dream about summer in childhood

In childhood's days, the sun would gleam,
Endless skies, a golden dream.
Laughter echoed through the air,
Barefoot, carefree, without a care.

The fields were wide, the days were long,
Each breeze a whisper, nature’s song.
Now I dream of those warm skies,
Summer fading as time flies.

Nostalgia lingers, soft and sweet,
In memories where summers meet.