Monday, September 25, 2017

On My Swing

Back and forth
Back and forth
On the swing I fly
Higher and higher
Until I touch the sky

Nothing can touch me
Up here in the air
No one can reach so high
they must just stare

No comments:

Post a Comment

Nature

Thunder Lightening A Storm is brewing Rain Floods I hope not Wash away all that is useless Wash away all that is rotten begin life again