I Wandered Lonely As a Duckling

"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" ~by William Wordsworth~ I wandered lonely as a Duckling Swimming in a big and lovely pond, Trying to fit in and make a bond, A group of golden fluffy ducklings. Beside the lake, beneath the blue sky, Playing together, not being shy. Graceful as the wildflowers that grow Growing in beauty, pure as the snow, Sweet as honeydew or summer rain. Though grace and beauty, there's also pain Beautiful roses that still have thorns Or gentle lambs, now sheep with sharp horns Staying together, not leaving their group They all waddled in the most perfect line Beside the crystal pond in the sunshine: In unison, with their heads held up high, They passed by one by one, and waved goodbye: I often think, Am I really that strange? Or was it them that decided to change? Their eyes size me up, their judgment is plain Causing my heart to recoil in pain I cherish memories from long ago The beautiful group, my heart longed to know