In the golden embrace of a Haitian sun,
Where the river whispered secrets to the young,
A child stood waist-deep in a pond of his own,
Crafted by hands that knew no bounds, no stone.
The water, a canvas for dreams to unfold,
He sculpted boats from leaves, stories untold.
Dragonflies danced, guardians of his play,
As crickets sang and daylight faded away.
He was a pirate captain, sailing uncharted seas,
Chasing mermaids, lost treasures, and mysteries.
His laughter echoed through rustling leaves,
An anthem of joy, woven into the breeze.
The sun dipped low, painting the sky with fire,
And the child closed his eyes, his heart’s desire.
Ancestors whispered, carried by the wind,
“Dream, create, find magic,” they grinned.
Stars emerged, one by one, in the velvet night,
Promises made to the universe, pure and bright.
He’d remember this moment, the warmth, the play,
Memories in the joys of that endless summer day.
Dear readers, what memories do you hold close?
Share them below, where imagination flows.
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