Wind blows
Legs pumping, swinging higher
With every push and pull
Snakes slither in the grass
Under your feet
Cotton whisks by in the wind like stars
Your mission accepted
Battle star galactic, a star ship officer
A princess
A Jedi
A secret ninja
Cotton puff lands on the tip of your nose
Tickles, sneezes and laughter
Time was so easy then
Not a care in the world
Except facing make believe giants
Wondering what was for dinner
The swing is rusty now
Dangling and broken on one side
The snakes are long gone
And the wind has stopped blowing
The stars wink in the stillness of the night
Beckoning
What is your mission now?
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