The swan glides, with grace so pure,
Its feathers are white, like a snow's allure.
Its neck is long, like a slender swan,
As it moves through the water, with a calm beyond.
The swan's grace is elegant, like a ballet to behold,
A reminder of the beauty, that's always there to unfold.
And as I watch it swim, feeling so serene,
I'm reminded of the serenity, that's always there to glean.
