Swing Set

Smell of honeysuckle in the late spring
She pressed her nose to a magnolia
My joy you've become a wellspring
And a smiling persona

She don't ever wear no ear rings
And she's beautiful without em
Why would you decorate the petals
Of a meadow wildflower?

Scrunchie on her ankle and
A ribbon in her hair
Sitting on her swing set
She's moving, but she's going nowhere
She's moving, but she's going nowhere

Would you sit and oscillate
The pendulum, a wooden weighted rope over the canal

Some 1000 miles away
Throwing stones that undulate
On top of the creekbed
I really miss your bedhead

I miss when you express your face
When you sing the songs, you inspire me to make
Feel rythm from the swing, my sunny gal

The scrunchie round your ankle
I've never seen it done before
But that scrunchie on your ankle makes me happy

I'll kiss ya on the freckle
On that sunny smile of yours
I love you're so comfortable around me

Save the earth with your hydroflask
Picking up the litter is a daunting task
When you consider the weight of all those things would sink the mightiest of boats

But I still love that you re-use
And so gently refuse
All my hopeless thoughts

Wrap around your dainty arms
With the string of a sandal
And decorate my pessimism
With flowers in your hair

Scrunchie on her ankle and
A ribbon in her hair
Sitting on her swing set
You're moving, but you're going nowhere
You're moving, but you're going nowhere