The swift he flies
up to the sky,
Up past the clouds
on by on by,
Grey and white clouds
pass over head,
Pursued by the wind
they quickly fled,
Like thunder
a Red Arrow passes low,
Then somersaults in the sky
as it puts on a show,
The daises shiver in the wind
then a glimpse of the sun,
The field a spellbinding sea green
then the magic’s undone,
The children they bounce
on the trampoline,
Their own world their own story
a sight to be seen,
Grey cat sleeps under a bush
under a tree on the ground,
A warm soft spot
so comfy he has found,
In the garden at ease
a bit of peace and tranquillity,
So calming to be out here
my own little world just me….
.x.
An empty space.... 