Swaying Through the Trees
Added 2025-08-03 10:00:06 +0000 UTCSwung high from the ground,
A rope like a lover's bind.
Tied to swing, arms entwined,
Bound by love and liberty's bind.
The trees stand tall as witnesses,
To the leap of faith she makes,
Her swinging form a dance in the wind,
Dancing with nature, free from the shakes.
This moment is hers alone,
A playful embrace of her own,
In this rope's grasp, she finds her place,
Flying through life without a trace.
No. 08091
