Upon the tranquil lake they glide,
With feathers white, in beauty’s pride.
Their elegance, a silent song,
In nature’s dance, where they belong.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
They weave through shadows of the night.
A gentle breeze, a whispered call,
These swans enchant, they captivate all.

In dawn’s embrace, they find their way,
Through golden hues of breaking day.
Their presence, like a dream so rare,
A vision pure, beyond compare.

Oh, swans of grace, with wings so wide,
You bring to life the waterside.
In silent splendor, you inspire,
A timeless beauty, to admire.