Swan's Lake Poem by Shirley Harrison

Beauty is alive, it really is
it's everywhere we look
if we keep our eyes open
we can see it
it's in every corner

it's the baby crying in the pram

the man packing his shopping
at the supermarket

the lady on the bus reading a book

it's the bird flying above us
searching for a new branch
to rest its tired wings

it's the ants marching
in the grass working
to have a feast in the winter

the ladybird on the leaf
swaying in summer's wind

it's the rain and the thunder
​​​​​​miraculously in tune
in the same scene

it's the water sprayed up from a puddle
that's just met a moving car

it's the pensioner speeding by
on his electric scooter, waving proudly to the passers by

it's the children feeding the ducks in the pond

it's the couple fighting over which film to watch this evening

it's the graffiti on the bridge
bright in colour

it's the boat passing down
the river

it's when the sunsets and magical colours bloom
when the moon rises up to take over the night sky
and a star comes shooting by

if you look with an open heart
even for a second, you will see it too

because life really is...
a swan's lake.