In the quiet morning light they glide, Gentle whispers on the shimmering tide. Feathers kissed by dawn’s tender hue, In…
Upon the stillness of the mirrored lake, Ducks glide with grace as dawn begins to break, Their feathers kissed by…
By the gentle river’s edge they glide, A symphony of quacks echoes wide. Feathers glisten in the morning light, Dancing…
By the still pond, where lilies float, Ducks glide, serene in their gentle boat. Ripples spread in circles wide, As…
Upon the water’s edge, where lilies softly sway, A dance of ducks begins at the break of day. Gentle ripples…