That morning's trip
Was such a jolly grip
That's taken the swallow
In full glee
To stop near the firm Tree.
So amazing to see it anew
'Twas an inspirational view
Blessed by the sunlight
Sustaining it upright
After the dawn's soft dew.
Birds flutter their wings
With joy when the swallow sings
And foolishly rehearse their flight
Undulating, nigh reaching the sky's height
Until the swallow to the Tree clings.
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