We wove a web in childhood,
A web of sunny air.

The image of “weaving a web” suggests the imaginative, self-made worlds children spin—fragile yet radiant constructions made of hope, play, and shared illusion. Calling it a “web of sunny air” emphasizes both its brightness and its insubstantiality: it is beautiful, sustaining, and almost weightless, but cannot bear the pressures of adult reality. The plural “we” implies companionship—siblings or close friends—hinting that childhood fantasy is often collaborative. The lines carry an undertone of retrospection and loss: the speaker looks back on a time when happiness seemed effortless and self-generating, and recognizes how easily such airy structures can dissolve as experience, grief, or responsibility intrude.