Among pillars with morning glory
Swallows have a dormitory.
Under arches made of c’ay
They built nests and there they stay.
At sunrise they sweetly twitter.
Chicks wake up, their eyes glitter
Morning glories open on stems green,
Like tiny umbrellas they all seem.
Children open their big eyes
Full of dreams and realize
In their cribs, lying on tummy,
Pie is cooking and smells yummy!
They go to the kitchen fast,
A swallow near them passed
Through the kitchen door they glide
And the swallow s’ips inside.
I have picked a morning glory
So thin and oscillatory!
Put on my head and on my nose
A butterfly decides to pause!
Hey, childhood, I'm worried lest
Our house remains an empty nest.
But morning glories c’aw, aplenty,
Swallows glide there – it's not empty!