Swing

Dangling down over the water's edge
As the water flows below my swing
Above it water drips down on it
After days, months and years go past
Swinging through the rain, wind and leaves blow it to pieces
Spring goes through
Winter, autumn and summer go by
It hasn’t been touched for ages
Yet the rope starts to fade and the tree gets older and older by the day
I haven’t been there for a long time
Now I think it's time to say my goodbyes