The Way of Swans
Swans gowned in the skin of soft solemnity meander
On the pond mirrored in calm, reflecting on the moon
Designed to wait in comfort till the dawn comes through
With a promise of silence which bridges reality for all time
Where all wilds return to normal in accordance with sunlight
The laws of nature watch long necks turn towards tranquility
Drifting from deep waters to the shallows for a deeper sleep
Weeping willows dip conspicuously low to touch the water
Creating cover, a place called shadows in the night
Where thoughts run wild down rivers of time
With enough time to undertake the mundane graces
A trout jumps at the chance to catch an insect in flight
Low hanging leaves offer little comfort to the bug
The way of the swans is to live less precariously
Being precocious by nature is not precautious
Nibbling on breakfast vegetation
Floating in circles in a swoon
Under overhanging trees is in their constitution
So they sip some cool fresh fluids before lifting off
Before anyone realizes what has happened
White feathers are born on the air in flight
Cruising home on atmospheres as delicately
And just as light
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