In dawn’s embrace, the swans arise,
Their feathers kissed by morning light,
With elegance, they paint the skies,
A dance of grace, pure and bright.

Upon the lake, they softly glide,
Mirrors of serenity and peace,
Where ripples spread both far and wide,
In nature’s symphony, they cease.

The whispering winds, a gentle breeze,
They move with poise, a silent song,
Each motion flows with perfect ease,
In stillness, they belong.

As daybreak yields to morning’s hue,
The swans, in beauty, still remain,
A timeless scene, forever true,
In memory, their grace shall reign.