Therapy Bits

When I recall those golden days of spring,
The air was laughter, every leaf could sing.
Bare feet kissed puddles, splashing skyward dreams,
While sunlight danced in rippling silver streams.

We skipped down lanes where daisies lined our feet,
Played hide and seek in twilight’s soft heartbeat.
The world was wide, yet small enough to hold,
In pockets filled with pebbles, dreams, and gold.

We built tall kingdoms by the foaming sea,
Sand castles crowned with shells and mystery.
Each wave that came would wash our thrones away,
But never dim the joy of that bright day.

We swung so high the clouds would almost cheer,
The wind our song, the sky so blue and near.
At night, we whispered wishes to the stars,
Believing they could hear us, near or far.

And though the years may scatter what we knew,
Those moments still shine softly, pure and true—
For when I recall my heart begins to sing,
Of puddles, stars, and every gentle spring.

Recall – Word of the Day Challenge