The swan glides, with grace so pure,
Its movements are gentle, like a delicate lure.
Its feathers shimmer, with a radiant light,
As it swims across, with a regal sight.
The swan's grace is timeless, like a symphony of the heart,
A reminder of the beauty, that's always there to impart.
And as I watch it float, feeling so serene,
I'm reminded of the wonder, that's always there to glean.
