(An unusual poem today, but even more unusual is the ABAB rhyming pattern that flowed so easily …)

Swinging from a tree,
Back and forth you go,
Experiencing such glee
To see the ground below.

Oh how high you fly
With feet up in the air.
You watch the earth go by
Without an earthly care.

What you do not see
As each day you do live
Is all eternity
That God to you does give.

For it’s a sort of playing
This experience on earth.
It’s what wise men have been saying
Since long before your birth.

Such fun you can have flying
Creating clouds within your mind.
It’s yours to take just trying
When the creative force you find.

Just close your eyes and picture things
Then see them as come true.
You’ll soon find this is how Life brings
Reality to you.

It starts with thought and then belief.
This is how you make your dreams.
The world’s one great big bas relief
Not as solid as it seems.

So pick up your feet and climb aboard
The swing that takes you high.
It is your thoughts that take you t’ward
The vast, unending sky.