Swing from the tree

In the quiet of the twilight, where shadows softly creep,  
A whisper rides the evening breeze, a secret meant to keep.  
Among the branches swaying, where the wild birds used to sing,  
A heart, heavy with sorrow, finds solace in the swing.  

The trees stand tall and ancient, their roots deep in the ground,  
Guardians of the stories, of the lost and the profound.  
They’ve seen the laughter echo, they’ve felt the tears that fall,  
And in their leafy embrace, they cradle one and all.  

Oh, the weight of silent battles, the burdens we conceal,  
A mask worn through the daylight, a heart that cannot heal.  
In the dance of fleeting moments, where joy and pain entwine,  
A soul can feel so weary, like a clock that’s lost its time.  

The swing hangs low and beckons, a promise of release,  
A gentle sway of freedom, a moment’s sweet decease.  
For in the arms of nature, where the world begins to fade,  
The heart can find a stillness, in the choices that we’ve made.  

But listen to the whispers, the rustle of the leaves,  
For every life that falters, another heart believes.  
The branches hold the stories of those who’ve come before,  
The laughter and the heartache, the dreams that we explore.  

In the depths of darkest valleys, where shadows loom so wide,  
There’s a flicker of a candle, a glimmer deep inside.  
For every tear that’s fallen, a river flows anew,  
And in the depths of sorrow, there’s a path that leads to you.  

So swing not from the branches, but let them hold you tight,  
Embrace the weight of living, let love be your guiding light.  
For in the tangled forest, where despair can seem so grand,  
There’s a hand that reaches out, a heart that understands.  

The trees will sway and whisper, their leaves will dance and play,  
They’ll cradle all your secrets, and guide you on your way.  
For life is but a journey, a tapestry of dreams,  
And though the road is winding, it’s brighter than it seems.  

So when the night feels endless, and hope is hard to find,  
Remember all the stories, the love that’s intertwined.  
For swinging from the trees may seem a tempting call,  
But life, with all its struggles, is a gift to us all.  

So let the branches hold you, let the stars light up your way,  
For in the heart of darkness, there’s always a new day.  
And though the path is rocky, and the journey may be long,  
Together we can find the strength, together we are strong.  

So swing not from the trees, dear friend, but let them be your guide,  
For in the arms of nature, you’ll find the love inside.  
And when the world feels heavy, and the shadows start to creep,  
Remember, you are cherished, and you’re never alone to weep.