The swallow hunter

He was looking upward...
just like somebody who was day dreaming.
And that happened many times,
while talking to friends,
while working at the office,
while cooking...
It just happened many times.
His attention was then caught by some flying birds.
Particular shaped birds he was not so familiar with.
They were called "swallow".
Then each time I saw him staring upward,
I knew some swallows were flying around.
It was such a comfortable feeling,
as i felt nothing bad could occur at this moment.
Wind and trees, Sun and clouds, time and fate,
the whole universe seemed to be concerned then.
All that could happen was just a smile on his face,
followed by a smile on mine.
And so on until the whole earth would be crowded with
smiling people...

F.H.