The Swallow Song

The Swallow Song

I heard her singing, but I don’t know what she said

I can feel her words echo still to this day

They were sweet words, soft words, words of love and hope

I remember her tone, her gestures, and moves

But her message eludes me like fog in a wind

She was only there but once, perched on the roost

She never came back, she never came back

Her song was so strong, so vivid, and clear

But her words have been lost, like sand in the sea

This want in my heart burns like the Sun

To know her sweet words, her freedom, her wings

Sing to me again, O! swallow of spring

Sing me your song so that I may feel again

Feel what you feel, know what you know

I long to sing with you and fly in the sky

To spread my own wings and join in your glorious flight

O! what freedom and joy, such marvel and joy!

This is your gift, your gift unto me

I now know your song like the rush of the wind

Like the rivers and creeks and the woods and the fells

Your song has no words, only rhythm and feel

And each sylvan note is a message to all

Of hope, love, and freedom and joy to us all

                                                     - Piper Quinn

There is just something alluring, something inciting about birds. Their beautiful songs; their magical feathers and plumes; their freedom. I have always been fascinated by birds ever since I was a little girl. I used to sit at the window and watch them for hours as they played. My grandparents lived in a nursing home when I was young, and the home had a wonderful aviary. Every weekend we would go up to see them and my grandmother would take me down to see the hundreds of finches, canaries, and songbirds. I guess that's where I found my passion for birds.

Have you ever had a similar experience? Is there something in your life, a moment or a memory that inspired  you or influenced you, shaping you into who you are today? Can you connect your passions to one moment in time? Please share your story.