The Swan

Life beneath the mist

In pure mornings he appears

A slender neck gracefully bends

Dewdrops fall as translucid spears

Caressing its feathers, softly

As it crosses the water, silently.

A prince in solitude

Walking along with time, serene

The lake is a world of reflection

Leaves fall in the peaceful scene

The lonely swan leaves the shore

And prepares to swim once more.

Nature is magic and music

The wind and the rain are melody

And the swan is silent art

Its graceful beauty is poetry

Conquering the Earth and the Skies

It brings tears to my eyes.

An invisible violin plays

A flute fills the air with sorrow

While the swan peacefully moves

As if there was always a tomorrow

Lonely he is in waters of solitude

Facing the days as an interlude.

Beautiful white swan

Untouched by the hands of mankind

You dance in circles trough the lake

Your silent weep echoes in my mind

Sad sonata in a silent tone

Telling me that you will die alone.