A swing
Pushing forward is flying like a bird
Forgetting about the forever future
Forgetting about the problems bound to quickly happen

Pulling back is like being unrooted 
Having to face reality
Facing the fear of growing up
Not being able to keep flying away

Childhood is like
Soaring up to the sky
Being with all the birds
Finding all the clouds
Savoring every moment

But life progresses on
And takes away the precious moments
Be grateful for the small moments
Allow your feet to soar up in the sky
Don’t pull them back down to the ground