Flying on a Swing

It may seem such a simple thing
But the other day I went to the park
I sat on a swing, and as I got higher
I felt like I could touch the sky

A cloud neared my straining foot
As I tried to get higher, get nearer
I was flying on a swing, my heart racing
Sky blue was surrounding me in its embrace

I swung ever higher, desperate to reach
The soft puffy clouds, the endless blue
Yet, no matter how hard I tried
I could not touch the lovely sky

But, I was flying on a swing
I felt for a moment as if I were truly free
As if the world couldn't keep up with me!
As if my problems had been swung away

So I tried to go higher, but not with my body
With my mind I reached out and touched the sky
It wrapped my soul in a tender embrace
and for one second I felt utterly content