The Swing Set

By Ariana Sigel

It’s 62 degrees outside

In the middle of February

I watch the two seasons collide

It’s quite extraordinary

The snow melts away

The sun comes in

I just wanna play

And feel the warmth on my skin

Come swing with me

On the old set

Under the oak tree

It’s not broken yet

Whispering secrets in my ear

You push me higher

Away from the fire

To the top of the sky

I don’t want to say goodbye

The flowers greet us

From the ground below

They don’t want us to rush

They want to watch us grow

Spring smells fill our noses

Tomorrow I’m leaving

We glance at the new roses

I can tell you’re grieving

Come swing with me

On the old set

Under the oak tree

It’s not broken yet

Whispering secrets in my ear

You push me higher

Away from the fire

To the top of the sky

I don’t want to say goodbye

It was 62 degrees outside

In the middle of February

I watched us collide

We were quite extraordinary

I will miss the days of our childhood

Playing under the clouds

I think they misunderstood

When we strayed from the crowds

We had dreams and imaginations

We felt shy of expectations

We were blind, we were small

We got older and lost it all

Come swing with me

On the old set

Under the oak tree

It’s not broken yet

Whispering secrets in my ear

You push me higher

Away from the fire

To the top of the sky

I don’t want to say goodbye

You push me higher

Away from the fire

To the top of the sky

I don’t want to say goodbye