How lovely it is
to sit on the swing.
All alone
here in this night
listening to the silence
of the skies,
stars and the moon.
How lovely it is! ! !
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Hi, Tony! I don’t spend time on swings, but in this you summon for me the times in nature when I am free to take in what I encounter around me—as I did yesterday (I think it was) , and I was drawn to the leaves on the trees above me while I walked, the sun coating them with a liquid waxy sheen. How lovely indeed all the gifts of nature. -Glen