On tranquil lakes where silence dwells,
The swans in grace and beauty glide,
Their feathers pure as winter’s first snow,
In mirrored waters, they confide.

Each gentle stroke, a lullaby,
To the weary hearts that yearn for peace,
With every move, they paint the sky,
In dances that shall never cease.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
They serenade the night with ease,
A silent song that few may know,
A melody on the evening breeze.

Oh, swans, in your serene embrace,
We find a world untouched by strife,
In your reflection, we see grace,
A testament to nature’s life.