As Swaying By The Swing

just the beauty of a leaf green when swaying by the own wings thrumming expanded entire within caring least to the space encircled be the stormy rain or thirsty summer time moves on by its crafty swings joy and sorrow when webbed together the very texture of flow by the man when raving upon by own space and time beckoning through chilled winds carefree or gleeful gale of fledging the fire listless but to be calm and cool by the happenings stances thrust upon yet unearthly uncontrolled the soul when glittered by the beams of love refluxed by the Godly gleams when bestowed upon by the time we pledge in acceptance the plexus of life and living by the journey the splendors of visitor to a tourist spot on the milieu of the stream of eternal flow truth of beauty finale absolute infinitesimal