In the morning light, they gather round the shore,
Feathers gleaming, reflecting the sun’s warm glow.
Their gentle quacks, a melody to adore,
As they glide along, with the river’s flow.

Beneath the willow trees, they find their peace,
In the tranquil waters, they dance and play.
A symphony of nature, their movements never cease,
In the heart of the meadow, where dreams gently sway.

The mother duck leads with grace and pride,
Her little ones follow, a parade so sweet.
In her embrace, they find their guide,
As the world around them whispers in soft repeat.

As dusk descends, the pond becomes a mirror,
Reflecting stars that twinkle in the night’s embrace.
In the quiet of the night, their echoes clearer,
Ducks rest together, in this serene space.