Thoughts On Ascension Day

Spring has grown old on the brink of summer the swallows having arrived in time have finished restoring their nests now jump up past my window to their home above right under the roof they love dashing down for speeding on dancing and yelling shooing off the clouds to make way for the sun young once again is the world and the Green is new lush devoid of the dust that will have gathered when nights will be growing like the main fruit of summer and eventually colorless blossoms will open and bless the world with the magic of White lulling nature to sleep till the time when light grows and starts a new Spring