By the still waters, they glide with grace,
Elegant swans, in a tranquil place.
Their feathers pure, a sight so grand,
As they dance on the water, hand in hand.

In the morning light, they greet the dawn,
With silent whispers, they move along.
Reflections shimmer on the glassy lake,
A serene moment, for hearts to take.

As twilight falls, the swans still play,
Shadows long, in the fading day.
Their gentle presence, a calming sight,
Beneath the moon, in the soft twilight.

Through seasons’ change, they stay the same,
A symbol of love, in nature’s frame.
These swans remind us, with each new day,
To find beauty, in life’s gentle sway.