Returning Swallows

Swallows always return here in spring
They delight seeing flowers bloom along the lane
Gliding beneath the eave they flex their wings
Mud in beaks they build nests for the young to live in
Flying in pairs they contest in precision not speed
Once their young calls for feeding they toil indeed
Parents take turns bringing nourishment from fields and hills
Generations repeat the same love and care by Nature’s will