Internet Girl

A young girl sits on a plank of wood that splintered Attached are two ropes, one on either side The swing reaches ten miles high to heaven Or so she says An old strong tree secures the apparatus on the limb Which sees to it that she goes up and through the ridge Where clouds form white and live She comes down with speed but never ends Her parachute dress sees to that Wind catches it, her breath and that's not all If she falls she falls forever Below the narrow canyon walls where the desert ends Life begins again When she goes up she smiles over the vast turquoise sea Some parts are filled with deep green turtles And with the golden sun on the horizon that smiles They rise together from their depths The smell of warm apricot pie fills her with delight If she ever comes down again Red marbles wait for her in the yellow leather bag Next to the blue shoes she forgot to wear outside If she goes even higher now A tornado might catch her in its mouth Or is it eye? Young girls don't remember such trivial things She can always Google it on the internet Or simply forget and keep on swinging