The Swing

My swing is made of splendid beams of sunshine —
All finely woven from warmth and light!
I burned my fingers and it took me some time
Before the whole thing was done just right.

The next day, bright and early, I awoke
And rushed to check on my amazing swing.
Tah-dah! I find a frolicsome armload
Of sunny bunnies crammed therein!

…It’s such a bliss to ride the swing and daydream,
All reveling in glamourous sunrays,
To feel delight of dolce far niente —
Serenely musing on the bygone days.