Swallow

Grass covered with morning dew
Velvet blue of the skies
Birds chirping around
Probably swallows
Jets make thunder
They fly somewhere far
Close to edge of cosmos
They guard territory
Fifth day with no smoke
So far so good
Withdrawal is mediocre
One can stand it
And swallows chirp
They built their nests already
You can hear car’s noise far away
Humans speaking