My Swing In Nature

As I go to the swing on my front porch, the canopy is

Covered in vines, as the trees sway in the wind.

It was just hanging and waiting for hours.

As I go to sit, I can't, because it is wet, so

I wait like the swing.

As I wait, the ghost has a play on it in the wind.

It is wooden, the rope is peeling and breaking,

The nail is coming off, it is getting unsafe, but I still play in nature!

I go to the porch and have a play, it makes me fly like a bird.

I jump off the swing and land on my feet, the timber

Beneath me is still wet and a shiver runs through me.

The wind in my face, my hair on my face, the swing is

The last bit of play equipment we have,

I always soar high and as I swing my feet back, they touch

The other plants that we have put on our porch 

It scratches me but I love it!