Sitting beside the lake I look up
There coming towards me are three swans
Flying gently down to the water,
Elegance personified.
Suddenly their wings pull back,
Their legs stretch forward,
And the silence is broken
As they drop into the lake,
Trying hard to stop
As their webbed feet
Create tidal waves as they hit the water.
They land safely and sail away,
Sail away in the sibilance of silence
With barely a ruffle on the still water.
As the pass me in quiet beauty
I watch as they wind their way round the lake,
A joy to behold in their pure white grandeur.
I look at them once more
And they are getting faster,
Their wings stretch out
They lift from the water
Their feet start running
Splashing all and sundry,
The noise waking all around.
Suddenly they take to the air
And their elegance is once more with them.
A bird of such beauty giving me a show
A show of such opposites
Of quiet elegance,
And noisy unsophistication.