In the gentle glow of dawn’s embrace,
Ducks dance on the mirror of the lake,
Ripples weave stories in the tranquil space,
As nature wakes, a new day to awake.

Feathers kissed by the sun’s first light,
Gliding gracefully with effortless grace,
In harmony with the morning’s gentle flight,
A ballet unfolds in this sacred place.

Whispering winds carry their song,
A melody of freedom and endless skies,
In the serene world where they belong,
Where dreams are painted with sunrise.

With every splash, a tale is spun,
Of journeys beneath the endless blue,
Ducks, in their dance, are never done,
In nature’s rhythm, forever true.