A swing, brightly painted in the sun,
A respite from routine, the days come undone.
The breeze carrying easily through the sky,
As forward and back I slowly fly.
Comfort found in the swaying of life,
Acceptance is found in the choices we strive for.
An arch of creativity and dreams,
A pathway to uncover forgotten themes.
The perspective of a child so grand,
The brilliance of the unknown in the swing’s hand.
A place to explore untethered heights,
Of restful sleep, of grace and sights.
A swing for the ages, no matter its year,
For young and old, they’ll always have cheer.
A trusty piece of furniture to be,
A reminder not to forget to just be.
