Upon the silent pond they glide,
With ripples tracing paths unknown,
Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
Their gentle whispers softly flown.

In golden light of dawn’s embrace,
They waddle forth with joyful cheer,
Through meadows where the lilies trace,
The echoes of their laughter near.

With wings that dance on zephyr’s breeze,
They rise above the mirrored lake,
To find the realms where dreams appease,
And morning’s tender hues awake.

So let them wander, free and wild,
In nature’s cradle, pure and true,
For in the heart of every child,
Resides the duckling’s spirit, too.