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As we go back and forth

We look to the sky

His young face gleams

As we continually swing

I can't help but to mimic his grin

The jolly boys smile is contagious 

He leans back to stare

At the tree up above

The same tree that suspends us in air

He keeps me guessing with his repetitive question

"What's that?"

As he points to everything in sight

It's in this moment my world gets bright

That I am truly happy 

Seeing the glare in his eyes

That reflects the uncontrollable  joy

Of a young innocent boy

It's a memory I can't help but grasp

To take hold off

If only I could Capture it

by merely stopping time 

But the clocks keep ticking 

The pendulum goes back and forth 

it just continually swings