May 02, 2009

On the edge of a chilly lake,
in that pleasant light of spring,
a swan's nest among the reeds,
a swan caring for her eggs.
Of course the swan is so elegant,
with feathers of purest white,
but the beauty of the moment,
lies in her silence and her pride.
Just watching the world go slowly by,
full of honest pleasure is her life.

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