Swaying Through the Trees (Patreon)

Swung 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.

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