I sing of you, departing swallow.

I sing of your swift wings and your journey to distant lands.

And I sing of you, lingering sparrow.

I sing of your tiny chirps as you peck at the last grains of summer.

This is my song, a song of departure,

it soars high in the sky with the swallow,

and yet remains on the ground with the sparrow.

Sometimes I echo the song of the wanderer,

other times the song of the one who stays behind.

#Nature
© Laloselix