Upon the tranquil lake they glide,
In dawn’s embrace, they softly hide.
White feathers gleam, pure and bright,
A ballet of grace in morning light.
Their silent whispers kiss the air,
A symphony of beauty, beyond compare.
Wings spread wide, they touch the sky,
In perfect harmony, they fly.
Reflections shimmer on the glassy sea,
A mirror of elegance, wild yet free.
In pairs they move, a loving duet,
A timeless waltz we won’t forget.
As dawn gives way to golden hues,
The swans depart with gentle cues.
Leaving behind a world entranced,
By the graceful swans’ enchanting dance.