Beneath the sunlit apple tree, Where laughter dances wild and free, The echoes of our joy remain, A timeless song, a sweet refrain. The kitchen hums with clinking spoons, Warm ovens birth sweet afternoon, And stories told by candle's light, Weave threads of gold through endless night. In rain-splashed fields where children play, The world slows down, the clouds give way, To glimpse the love in simple things, A gentle hug, a heart that sings. In albums worn, enfolded years, Each snapshot keeps away the tears, For there within their silent frames, Our happy moments find new names. So hold these memories, bright and clear, As treasures bound forever near, In whispered winds of yesterdays, Our family lives in love's displays.