The duck's quack.

Summer’s breeze whispers low and sweet
A duck’s soft feathers at the lake’s retreat
Warmth on her back as she swims with glee
A carefree joy in Summer's spree.

Golden sunbeams dance upon the lake
The duck soft quacks and joyful make
Ripples spread in shimmering light
A Summer's day is pure delight.

With feathers fluffed and wings so bright
She glides through summer with pure delight
A symbol of joy in warmth and fun
A duck's sweet charm forever won.

As the sun rose over the serene lake, the duck gilded effortlessly across the calm water. She dove beneath the surface, her feather glittering with dew and with a joyful quack she surfaced. Shaking her wings and sending droplets flying in all directions revealing the splendor morning.


Thank you all for reading.

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The cheerful rhythm of the poem and the joy flowing through the descriptions are truly lovely. I had never looked at a duck swimming this way before. From now on, every time I see a duck, I’ll remember your beautiful poem. Thank you.

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