Someone, Always There

As she sits, swaying on the swing, the sunlight ripples across her face through the branches.  The grass gently tickles her feet while she drifts back and forth.  She gazes into the horizon, watching the sunset.  Another day is passing.  Her eyes close and she hears the birds singing, sprinklers sputtering in the distance, and the creaking of the swing ropes under the old willow tree.  The sway of the swing grows smaller, and she can't keep going, as her feet can't touch the ground.  The end of the ride is coming, just as is the end of the day, so she'll simply take in the scenery while it lasts.  Perhaps she will return tomorrow and renew her joy with the rising sun.  In the dark she feels alone, but she doesn't have to be.  Together we could gaze upon the stars and the heavens as we lay beneath the old willow tree.  And when the rising morning sun returns, she can swing again, and I will never leave her side.