Upon the stillness of the mirrored lake,
Ducks glide with grace as dawn begins to break,
Their feathers kissed by the morning’s gentle glow,
In tranquil waters, their reflections flow.

With quacks that echo through the waking trees,
They speak in rhythms carried by the breeze,
A dance of nature, simple yet profound,
In every ripple, life’s quiet secrets found.

The sun ascends, casting shades of gold,
As ducklings follow, their stories yet untold,
In harmony, they journey through the day,
A symphony of life in nature’s grand ballet.

When twilight falls and stars adorn the sky,
The ducks retreat, beneath the moon’s soft eye,
In dreams they wander, where the water sings,
In the heart of night, where peace forever clings.