As dawn breaks and the sky turns gold,
Ducks awaken by the tranquil pond,
Gliding softly on the mirrored surface,
Their whispers lost in morning’s embrace.

Beneath the willow, they gather round,
With feathers glistening, a silent sound,
Together they dance in nature’s song,
A serene ballet where they belong.

The sun ascends, casting gentle rays,
Illuminating their graceful displays,
Ripples form, a symphony in motion,
Echoes of peace in every direction.

As day unfolds, they drift away,
Bound by the rhythm of the gentle bay,
In harmony with the world around,
In the dance of ducks, serenity is found.