I recognize spring has come by the swans arriving to the local lake.
I know nature has woken up by the noises they make.
When they land on the lake, they seem happy.
And the lake seems to love them.
Nature loves its own road runners from far away.
Road runners miss the beauty of nature for the long winter time.
They fly over the Himalai mountain every year,
And feel loved after a long trip.
There is one tough road runner who travels around,