On a crescent

Soft Landing

God made me a swing
Far up in the clouds
I ride on it often
And land softly in the cotton wool called moon
There I’m all fluffy and sweet
But when my moon gets sleepy
And goes home to sleep
I get all agitated
And wish to fly down to earth
But that will hurt my feelings
Earth is full of prickly thorns
Not good for my swing .
Mood !
Swings .

Bose