By the silver lake, where whispers meet the dawn,
Swans glide like dreams that never fade,
Their feathers kissed by gentle waves,
In silence, they weave their graceful song.

Beneath the moon’s tender gaze, they twirl,
Shadows dancing on the water’s glass,
Each movement a testament to time’s gentle pass,
In their presence, the night unfurls.

The world pauses, entranced by their charm,
As if time itself bends to their will,
In the hush, the air grows still,
Encapsulated by their serene calm.

O swans, with beauty beyond compare,
In your elegance, the heart finds peace,
In your dance, all worries cease,
Forever in this moment, pure and rare.