And so they swung from a tree, the breeze caressing their ankles.
The sun set in the distance and the night kissed the sky, saying goodbye to the warm rays.
With a sadness the day left them, the joys becoming a memory.
With a quiet trepidation, they watched as stars glittered the darkness and the cool air gave them new sensations.
All the while they swung from a tree. The memories still close and the tomorrow even nearer.
And when they swung from the great tree, the river teasing their toes, they decided that tomorrow was not enough and only should they have their memories.
And so they swung from the tree – and hung from the tree.