Placid Lake

So white of wing swans float the placid lake On tranquil water's smooth as mirrored glass A bird soft as winter's first fallen flake. Nary a sound these graceful birds make As muffled swish of little feet will pass So white of wing swans float the placid lake. A subtle scent of lilies soothes the ache Of every tiny cloud that helps A bird soft as winter's first fallen flake. Sailing past the aspen trees that quake Surrounding water's edge and verdant grass So white of wing swans float the placid lake. Their beauty neither time or souls forsake And friend's trysts in eyes can not surpass A bird soft as winter's first fallen flake. They sweetly glide like bits of looking-glass With feather whispers seasons can't outclass So white of wing a swan floats the lake A bird soft as winter's first fallen flake.