At break of day, where whispers of nature reside,
Ducks glide gently on waters wide.
Feathered grace in morningsâ light,
A serene dance, pure and bright.
Ripples kiss the mirrored sky,
As ducks in silence pass us by.
Soft quacks weave through the air,
Moments of peace without a care.
Beneath the willows, shadows play,
Ducks find solace in the day.
Harmony in every stroke,
Life’s gentle rhythm they invoke.
As sun ascends and day unfolds,
Stories of ducks in time are told.
Natureâs ballet, serene and grand,
Ducks, the poets of the land.