Along the river’s gentle bend,
Where willows weep and breezes send,
A flock of ducks with feathered grace,
Glides smoothly in this tranquil place.

The morning sun, it softly beams,
On rippling waters, gold it gleams,
Their quacks a song, a joyous sound,
In nature’s symphony profound.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
They paddle on with hearts so true,
Together bound in unity,
A lesson in serenity.

As dusk descends, they find their rest,
In reeds and nests, they settle best,
Dreaming of the morn to come,
When once again, they’ll greet the sun.