Swings Of Life

With the peak of spring in the month of May, In the early hours of a pleasantly sunlit day, Two kids sat cuddled on a swing, Feeling as though they were taking on wing. Swinging in the air, they began to sing; Their sweet lay breaking the silence with its ring. They kicked their legs in rising delight And felt like thistledowns ever so light. Going up and coming down was fun. They closed the eyes when face to face with the sun. They felt the swish and sway of the buoyant air, And knew the light tug of breeze on their hair. As the air got caught in the frills of their frock, Their eyes gleamed bright in delightful spark. They imagined, they are astronauts in space, And an ebullient excitement lit up their face. From a raised angle, they saw the Earth in green folds lie. They watched the surrounding hills standing awfully high. They saw a small stream flowing as a slow moving train, And the trees lined up on its banks in unbroken chain. Longingly I watched these children free of all worry and pain Also their aerial feats not tainted by any melancholy stain How I miss these childhood days of innocent fun, As my hours, towards the sunset quickly run!