On A Swing

Hello my friend,
Would you come swing with me?
We'll watch the sun go down
Behind a tree,
We'll listen to woodpeckers
knocking away at dawn
And when we'd wake up
They would be gone.
We'll return to the city 
With fresh new eyes 
And like the sun
We will rise
Taking in nature's beat
As we walk down our city street
Welcoming the inevitable birth of spring
It all can begin --  on a swing.