Swallow's Flight!

Perching on a red roof tile, sat the bird swallow;

pondering her faith, deciding,

whether the flock or her defiant heart to follow.

In that hour of wind and light,

the brave swallow took her flight...

She soared in the vast sky,

unwavering and steadfast;

abandoning consensus,

and convention of generations past.

Aiming for the distant land,

far in the west;

dreaming only of warmth,

and of her new clay nest!

Days and nights, she spent in flight;

no one knows of her pain and plight.

Dashing in the skies with rapid wing,

only to a dream, her heart would cling.

Beneath the rain bearing clouds,

the light of moon, her path guides.

Of her fate, no one knows;

but my eagerness, 

it still grows.

She will arrive one day soon;

I’ll see her in the skies beneath the moon.

Arriving home, tired and weary,

now in the past, a life dreary.

On my roof the brave little swallow will land;

the cherished moment, her ultimate aim, finally at hand.

Once again,

Perching on a red roof tile,

The brave swallow will make me smile!!!