Threads of twine twisted togetherWorking to keep me upAs I swing into the airMy hair trailing behind me.

Crashing my legs into the bushesI get scratched all overBut I don’t careHolding onto the rope with all my might.

Wind slashes against my cheeksBark and twigs fall in my eyesThe branch sways back and forth, threatening to breakAs I spin around in a wild circle.

Leaning back and looking upThe tree’s limbs wrap around the skyShining through the foliageThe sun smiles and so do I.