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 dance in waters where dreams softly glow.Their feathers glisten with morning’s dew,Whispers of the night still clinging tight,They glide with grace, where the lilies grew,In the hush of the morning’s tender light.Their laughter echoes in ripples wide,A chorus of joy in the quiet morn,With wings outstretched, they take to the tide,In the symphony of a day reborn.As the sun ascends in its golden flight,The ducks retreat to their tranquil rest,In the warmth of day and fading night,They find solace in nature’s gentle breast.