- Swing - In the still of the day, Amidst the greenery and trees, There stands a lonely swing, Swaying gently in the breeze. No one to push it higher, No laughter fills the air, The chains creak in the silence, A melancholy affair. The rusted metal glints, In the dappled sunlight's play, A lonely sentinel it stands, Forgotten day by day. But still it moves with grace, A dance with the wind it shares, A symbol of childhood joy, A memory it bears. Oh, lonely swing so dear, Though forgotten and alone, Your presence brings to mind, A childhood once known.