Swinging through life, oo oo ah ah.
The magnificence of looking beyond your vision without a 'glimpse',
The anticipation it takes to swing past that rocky mountain on vines compared to that of 'chimps',
The reason to breathe, live, and challenge another 'day',
The purpose to sustain, fulfill and be humble in every corner of 'every way',
The time to reach the end where the sun rises but never 'sets',
The link in your travels as the swings meet and greet other 'pets',
The edge to a boundary and it filters a short time 'break',
The tiredness in the wait when you encounter a dangerous 'snake',
Latching the vine and swinging away, going on and on until it's another 'good day',
As you swing 'through', the earth screams back: "You weren't born with a shoe!", let alone the clumsy 'few',
As you progress in your 'journey', you realize the air in your lungs, makes this blessing of life truly 'worthy',
As you look behind you at all those vines with a 'rapture', it clearly shows that all of them have suffered a truly terrible 'fracture',
As your moment in time shall develop & 'manufacture', you shall land on your feet directly on that beautiful green 'pasture'.
Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
