I watched the wild swan in the distance,
Spreading white flares of light,
Lifting the rays of the setting sun,
With the grace of its evening flight.
A ballet without music
A dance with breath of wings
A poem that held the line just right
A song that nature sings
It rose into the evening sky,
Without effort full of grace,
Before flying towards the wetlands island,Then disappeared without a trace.
Nude with Flying Swans -- Meredith Frampton