Her mom used to push her high.
Now she can swing all by herself.
She swings higher than the ladybugs.
She swings higher than the bumblebees.
She swings higher than the butterflies.
She swings higher than the birds.
The soft, wet clouds kiss her cheeks.
She tells the clouds goodbye as she soars above them.
She swings high above the planet Earth.
She touches the moon with her feet.
She slowly falls back toward her home.
She falls past the clouds, birds, butterflies, bumblebees, and ladybugs.
She lands safely on the welcoming ground.
Iris loves to swing.