Swinging from a big branch.
From that tree that was there,
Rope handles, wooden seat.
Feet bare.

I'll push you,
Hold on tight,
Close your eyes,
Sun had shone bright.

Little girl,
Loved swinging,
Smiled beautifully,
Voice singing.

Laugh, and love.
That little girl,
No worries,
She's got the whole world.

But the swing, now old,
And so is she.
Swinging no more,
Living differently.

Still on the branch,
Hung the rope.
With the seat still yearning,
Waiting with hope.