Beneath the veil of twilight’s gentle grace,
Silken swans glide with an ethereal poise,
Their wings whisper tales of timeless space,
In the evening’s hush, they find their voice.

Mirrors of the moon on water’s calm face,
Reflect the dance of elegance untold,
In every ripple, a fleeting trace,
Of swans in the night, serene and bold.

The world slows down in their tranquil flight,
As shadows blend with the night’s embrace,
Swans weave dreams in the velvet night,
A tapestry of peace, a gentle place.

In the silence, where nature’s secrets lie,
These swans tell stories of the stars above,
A symphony of grace beneath the sky,
In their silent dance, we find pure love.