Seesaw

In love! Though he is still a child, in the back yard so pink so mild, swinging on a branch of a lovely tree, a bud of rose completely free. Free of tensions free of pains, Free of guilt free of stains, He invites her to enjoy a seesaw, she flew helplessly like a straw, When up he is sad as she is down, when down and sees a flying crown! Crown or silky wings of a fairy? She is so charming when she's merry! He sticks his foot firmly on the ground, he loves to enjoy her laughter's sound Merely a friendship or a love at this age? What next when youth comes out of the cage!