In this beautiful month of May
At this early hours of the day
Watch the sun after his sleep at night
Coming out slowly, dazzling bright
As I see those birds in the air
How I long for a sky so fair
Let us go up on a swing
As we don't have a pair of wing
Do not waver and waste this day
Nobody always gets his way
Let us go to the heavens high
And touch the trees towering nigh
Up on the swing, let us sing
Over the valley let it ring
Come on, let us, into the bluer sky
Soar like a pair of butterfly
So sweet is the passing air
How it tickles our curly hair
We shall watch the verdure spread
And the flowers in pretty colours clad
Let us float like a moving cloud
Far from the crowd, we would laugh out loud
Who would such an experience miss?
Who wouldn't such a chance kiss?
All the stars that shine in the sky
Once were children who went up high
It would make me truly glad
If into a shining star, I be made
So sweet is the passing air How it tickles our curly hair We shall watch the verdure spread And the flowers in pretty colours clad- -very nicely composed. many thanks madam.
All the stars that shine in the sky Once were children who went up high It would make me truly glad If into a shining star, I be made......................nice work...resembles the children in summer vacation...
Nice sweet poem dedicated for sweet children and penned so beautifully with nice and soothing words makes the piece profound......Valsa.......amazing write.......10/10
Beautifully written Valsa. I could picture myself on the swing. Near my home there is a swing right by the beach and when it is empty I fill the seat. Never to old. Thankx
In my comment on the poem TRIALS i referred to the need to balance effort with levity, so that the demands of life are answered but also the joys are fulfilled. This poems speaks directly to those joys. It is so light, deligtful, infectious. Who in their balanced mind would reject such joys in the name of higher good? These joys ARE the higher good, and all we need to do is pace ourselves so that we can pursue them.
On the swing is really a treatise on our lost and found childhood.......................Great way of losing ourselves to those blissful days.........thanx
I very much enjoyed the rich panorama that you so effortlessly presented in this poem and was carried away on the swing!
This is such a cheerful and delightful poem...with beautiful flow, rhyme and rhythm...lovely!
So sweet is the passing air How it tickles our curly hair Activities of children are ever sweet for all. Very nice talking poem that speaks about sweet nature of children in advance. Wonderful presentation makes this special.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and visual. So sweet is the passing air, How it tickles our curly hair. Such a sweet poem.