I swing back and forth
my hair flowing in the wind

I reach the tips of my toes
up and up
trying to reach the branch
of the old pine tree
just like when I was little

My legs are longer now
and it's much easier
to reach the tree

But the thrill once you touch
that branch is the same

I sing and hum songs
softly to myself

I smile enjoying
the peace and tranquility
of the now abandoned park

I slow just a little
and leap off the swings

I land on my feet
but remember all too quickly
the cuts on my knees
from many unsuccessful landings

As I walk home
I can't get over
the feeling of new found hope
that fills me and carries me away
on a soft fluffy cloud
while I try to catch
a glimpse of heaven