Flying on a Swing

It may seem such a simple thing, 
But the other day I went to the park. 
I sat on a swing, and as I got higher, 
I felt like I could touch the sky. 

A cloud neared my straining foot, 
As I tried to get higher, get nearer. 
I was flying on a swing, my heart racing,
Sky blue was surrounding me in its embrace. 

I swung ever higher, desperate to reach, 
The soft puffy clouds, the endless blue. 
Yet, no matter how hard I tried ... 
I could not touch the lovely sky.

But, I was flying on a swing, 
I felt for a moment as if I were truly free. 
As if the world couldn't keep up with me! 
As if my problems had been swung away. 

So I tried to go higher, but not with my body, 
With my mind I reached out and touched the sky. 
It wrapped my soul in a tender embrace, 
and for one second I felt utterly content.

GA Price