That time they swung away with full force
Confident as they moved along their course
Did not turn back
Displayed no sign of remorse.
Another time forced to swing away and
Each holding out an outstretched hand
Only wanting to return
To what has seemed like home land.
They reach a stable height
And nature decides again to use its might
Makes them swing back to the centre
This time, as always, they meet in delight.
Time is passing
They will be at the centre only for a while
Will they decide to hold on
Or swing away leaving this thing divine?