Swinging to and fro,
Between things;
Dreams and reality,
Mind and Heart,
Logic and Magic,
Conflicts of the Divine!
She is an Angel, mortified
By the Sunbeams on Earth's lap,
And with every sunset
She waves her wand,
Of innocence and purity,
Across Nature,
And decorates the trees,
With buds to bloom
Into new Dawns,
That girl on the swing.
~ Suranya