It was early Spring
The trees just brought up their new leaves
The Sawn was sad
She doen't want to leave
She was in deep love with her home
She loves her pond and her small garden
She loves to open her eyes on beautiful old tress and hear birds singing
One sad early Summer day
When nobody was ready
She left
To go so far away
They travelled so long with no hope to return
The black swan is still homesick
She still thinking about her old nest
Every Spring she dancing with a sad song and thinking about her small pond
She is so far from there
She wish she can swim in her pond one more time
Just a dream but so sweet.
N.S.G . #Life #Me #Melancholy,
