Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Swing

The Earth could never hold her roots like the sky and the clouds do.

She grew beautifully with her roots in the air, her branches almost touchingthe earth.

Far enough so that when she attached the swing of her thoughts to its branches, she could with each rhythmic movement of her legs touch the earth and the sky subsequently.

It makes me smile, she may be a dreamer to you, to me she's just a little girl on a swing.


  1. i remember this poem... wonderful!
    all the best... liking what i see
    look forward to more