By the still pond, where lilies float,
Ducks glide, serene in their gentle boat.
Ripples spread in circles wide,
As they waltz with nature, side by side.

Golden sun casts a warming glow,
On feathers soft, in the water’s flow.
Quacks echo, a joyous song,
In the tranquil morn, where they belong.

Beneath the willow’s whispering shade,
Ducks find solace, serenely laid.
With every dive, a splash of cheer,
In the crystal depths, they disappear.

Evening falls, the sky turns gray,
Ducks gather, ending their playful day.
Nestled close, in feathered huddle,
Dreaming of dawn and another puddle.