In the quiet of the dawn, they glide,
White feathers kiss the water’s face,
Their grace, a dance of gentle pride,
In silence, they leave a trace.
Moonlight casts a silver glow,
Reflections ripple in their wake,
Soft whispers where the waters flow,
A tranquil path they gracefully take.
With wings outstretched, they greet the sky,
Their call, a haunting melody,
In unity, they soar and fly,
A testament to harmony.
As night surrenders to the sun,
Their journey ends where it began,
In natureâs tapestry, they are spun,
The timeless dance of swan and land.