In the stillness of dawn’s gentle light,
Swans glide with elegance and grace,
Their feathers, a tapestry of white,
Reflecting dreams upon the water’s face.

Beneath the sky’s vast azure dome,
They dance in silent, rhythmic streams,
Carving paths through their liquid home,
Awakening the world from its dreams.

In twilight’s gentle, fading glow,
Their silhouettes against the sky,
A quiet beauty they bestow,
As daylight softly waves goodbye.

In their presence, time seems to pause,
A serene ballet in nature’s hand,
Their whispers, like a gentle applause,
Echo through this tranquil land.