The Swan

The swan, the swan. What a creature of grace! Its poise, its beauty, no one can replace. Its feathers, so pure, glowing in the light And shimmering in the waters, under the moon of the night. In its eyes you see a deeper element of meaning; As it looks back at you, it's strangely seeming As if it knows something we don't, about the spirit of nature And if we will ever know, let's leave that to this creature. But it leaves me to wonder, how this swan, so elegant could be a creature of our world, so corrupt and arrogant? Perhaps it comes from a land above, of grace and wonder, But then, somehow, was shoved down under. How sad for the swan, so undeserving! To be stuck in this world, it would be so unnerving. Or perhaps it was for love, a sacrifice it made So hardship and suffering would quickly fade. Whatever the swan's story may say, Maybe now we will all look at the swan in a different way.