The Swing

Though just a swing beneath the tree
It was the world to me
My favorite place to release my mind
And set my spirit free

There were no rules to follow
No watching my peas and queues
Just me and the big blue sky above
And the glistening morning dew

I sang from the top of my lungs
To the fishermen below
No longer restrained by shyness
Fearless wings began to grow

Off and on throughout the day
I hopped back on the swing
Until darkness cast its frightening spell
Turning friendly trees into scary things

Many years have come and gone
Since my childhood days
When every flower and blade of grass
Never seemed to fade away

Now the sun is sinking fast
Beneath the clouds of time
My steps are getting slower
And lagging far behind

But now and then in solitude
My mind goes wandering off
Down dusty trails of long ago
In search for what was lost

The shadows are much denser now
And I can barely see
Except for my greatest treasure
The swing beneath the tree