In the quiet morning light they glide,
Gentle whispers on the shimmering tide.
Feathers kissed by dawn’s tender hue,
In unity they dance, a tranquil view.

Beneath the willow’s gentle sway,
Their soft quacks greet the new day.
Ripples echo their graceful flight,
Painting reflections of nature’s delight.

With the sun’s ascent, they gather near,
In playful circles, without fear.
A timeless ballet on the water’s face,
In harmony, they find their place.

As twilight calls with a golden song,
They rest, where they belong.
Dreams afloat on the evening breeze,
In the heart of the lake, they find their peace.