How I envy this blue swallow that perches on my balcony. She
chirps the same song every day. A song about how nature provides for her, how
she never has to worry about tomorrow. Her friends—blue, red, brown—flock
around her to sing in harmony, and they depart home before sunset, only to
repeat again tomorrow. But, how I pity this swallow. She will never taste
disappointment, and the joys of success. She will never know her true friends
in absence of discord. Dear blue swallow, you will never know what today really
means until you worry about tomorrow.
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