The Swing

There is a place
by the sea
where there stands
a tall tree
with branches
of great size
spreading out
to meet the sky.  

Providing shade
for creatures
of varying size.
As during a storm
while walking by
a simple rope swing
with my eye
I did spy

For a moment
I said
What the hell
I paused
For a mere moment
To think
If it could speak
What stories
Would it tell.

So as I
Make my leave
For an evening treat
It is always good
To ponder life
And put yourself
In someone else's
Seat.