The boy on the swing
is a lonely soul,
Suspended in space
between heaven and earth,
He dreams of freedom,
of flying beyond the stars,
But for now,
he is content
to float on the breeze,
And let the cares of the world
drift away.
The breeze plays with his hair,
and the sun warms his face,
He feels a sense of peace
that he has never known before,
And he wonders if this is
what it's like to be truly happy.
He stays on the swing
for as long as he can,
Dreaming of all the possibilities
that lie ahead,
When he finally gets off,
he is a new person,
Full of hope and ambition,
And ready to take on the world.