Swallow, darting, diving,
Sweeping the sky like a brush of
JOY!
My Laughter erupts and shouts across the field,
As I race the swallow homeward.
Forever young, she outflies me, again,
Dancing a dramatic arc towards the sun.
I collapse onto the ground, smiling.
The long grass tickles,
And the warm earth holds me unconditionally.
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penglynds said
This is so lovely! It made me think of my own mum! Thank you.