The Meadow and The Birds

I hear the lark on the open meadow. Lark song makes my heart rejoice. I look at the blue sky and up there, portrayed as a troubled spot on heaven’s vault, it sings to high heaven.
It happened in March, but lasted all summer.
Now swallows practicing with their chicks. They are the masters of abrupt turns.
Never do I see a clash. Unbelievable.
I think, they all fly together towards the south.
A cheering thought ❤

4 thoughts on “The Meadow and The Birds

    • Hola Isabel Sí, es un prado maravilloso. La alondra es un visitante feliz, y las golondrinas vuelan como acróbatas desde el techo de una granja cercana 🙂
      Feliz fin de semana ❤ xx
      Hanna

    • Hi Tanja. There are safety in numbers as you rightly put it!! It’s a nice thought to think of them as friends travelling together. Though I’ve probably seen too many cartoons 🙂

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