I can see but I cannot observe

In May's embrace, the summer awakes,

A dance of warmth, the earth partakes.

A tree, solitary, stands tall and free,

A witness to tales, of what used to be.

 

Childhood's nostalgia, a treasure untold,

Whispers of innocence, now grown old.

A playground of memories, etched in time,

Imagination's symphony, a childhood rhyme.

 

Under the tree, secrets were shared,

Dreams were woven, and laughter flared.

In the gentle breeze, whispers recall,

Days of wonder, when we stood so small.

 

Oh, May's sweet touch, revive those years,

When time was gentle, and worries mere.

Let the tree's solace embrace our souls,

As childhood's magic forever unfolds.

 

May and summer, a harmonious blend,

A bridge to the past, where memories send.

In the tree's shadow, we find solace anew,

Nostalgia's gift, forever we pursue.

 

 

( I'm not great with words... I had asked A.I for this part )

Done