ducks
Whispers of the Waterfowl: A Journey of Feathered Grace Across Tranquil Streams and Whispering Reeds
Upon the silent pond they glide, With ripples tracing paths unknown, Beneath the sky so vast and wide, Their gentle…
In the morning light, they gather round the shore, Feathers gleaming, reflecting the sun’s warm glow. Their gentle quacks, a…
In the gentle light of dawn’s first breath,By the pond where secrets softly flow,The ducks awaken from night’s gentle death,To…
In the gentle glow of dawnâs embrace, Ducks dance on the mirror of the lake, Ripples weave stories in the…
Upon the glassy lake they glide, With feathers soft, they sail with pride. Beneath the sky so vast and clear,…
In the morning’s gentle haze, they roam, Beneath the sky, so vast, their home. With feathers gleaming in the dawn,…
Along the river’s gentle bend, Where willows weep and breezes send, A flock of ducks with feathered grace, Glides smoothly…
At break of day, where whispers of nature reside, Ducks glide gently on waters wide. Feathered grace in morningsâ light,…
As dawn breaks and the sky turns gold, Ducks awaken by the tranquil pond, Gliding softly on the mirrored surface,…