Ducks know peace [Ducky]

[Performance Center Newbies]

Beneath the sky of morning blue,
A duck glides on a lake anew,
With feathers soft in golden light,
A graceful symbol of pure delight.

His beak, a hue of amber bright,
Reflects the dawn's first gentle light,
He dips and dives, a dance so free,
A tranquil moment by the sea.

The ripples follow where he goes,
Like whispers of a song he knows,
With every stroke, a silent cheer,
The water's hymn, so calm and clear.

He quacks a tune, both loud and sweet,
In harmony, the day he greets,
With each small step, a life embraced,
A tale of nature, finely traced.

Through reeds and lilies, he will wade,
In twilight's tender, soft cascade,
The world a canvas, wide and vast,
He paints his path, though moments pass.

O gentle duck, serene and still,
You bring a quiet, simple thrill,
In every pond, in every stream,
You float through life, a timeless dream.