Tire Swing


The tire swing that's tied to the ancient tree
Always seems to welcome me
When the rope is clasped in my hands
And my feet are no longer grounded to land
I soar through the sky
Only to find my feet back where the grass lies
But when I'm suspended in the air
All I can see is my kingdom I declare
From the blazing sun
To the land where the creek runs
I know every leaf on the trees
And the birds who through flight have become free
Perhaps they know about me as well
And the swing in which I dwell
Where I watch every creature from afar
And wish them all that is good through fallen stars

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