Like an artistic wand,
The Swan, floats the day away,
A feeling of white grace and beauty,
Comes our way,
Floating, floating Time away.
Oh most beautifully of winged creatures,
Feathered grace in a mirrored pond
That can vividly transmit,
Beauty as a living thing,
And that takes us under,
Her miraculously, graceful wing
Without effort,
As all around her,
The spirit of peace and beauty sing.
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Very beautiful, peaceful poem, Sandra. Have you been observing swans lately? A perfect wing to shelter under. I watch the ducks on our local pond and see how the chicks run for protection under their mother's wings. She can fit about 15 little ones under there!