Upon the water’s edge, where lilies softly sway,
A dance of ducks begins at the break of day.
Gentle ripples form as they glide with grace,
In the tranquil dawn, they find their place.

Feathered friends in shades of brown and white,
Their movements a ballet in the morning light.
Wings spread wide, then tucked in tight,
A harmonious sight, serene and bright.

Beneath the willow’s whisper, they gather round,
Sharing secrets in quacks, a gentle sound.
In their world of water, free and unbound,
Peace and joy in simplicity found.

As the sun ascends, painting the sky in gold,
The dance of ducks, a story quietly told.
In the heart of nature, beauty unfolds,
A timeless tale of life, gently rolled.