(ANOTHER WONDERFUL POEM FROM OUR CYNTHIA) NEW WORLD
As I walk by the pond, a gentle sound,By the reeds that sways at the mound
I linger and wonder how sweet beyond
The wading of the water near the land...
As curious as the bird that fly above
My eyes caught a light, pearly swan
That swam and floated so queenly
So regal with its head held up high!
A brilliant light strike the deep waters
Reflection of its beauty does it matter?
No sign of avarice and vanity of puschia
Full of joy as it glides, as graceful ballerina .
Adamant to disturb the warmth of scene,
Hid by the branches of a rare astute tree
As I run to cover myself from its presence
The laces that I wore caught a vine immense!
I almost hussed Quiet, yet sometimes queer,
The pearly swan looked with innocence at me
Do not depart, as I stood stillness utter silence
Glided beautifully with a smile alluring as a dame!
Coloured swans, dark swans, bright swans came,
What a beauty as they swam not weak and lame
My heart rejoiced for these creatures by the pond
Reflection of God's beauty and glory and wisdom!
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