A leaf once fell into a pond so still,
And there a swan did gracefully glide,
With gentle strokes, its wings did fill,
And through the water, it did glide.
The leaf was caught in the swan's wake,
And danced along with every move,
Its fate now tied to the swan's grace,
As they swam through the pond's groove.
The swan was elegant, its feathers white,
A regal bird, a sight to behold,
Its presence brought a sense of delight,
As it swam, so calm and bold.
The leaf was brown, a humble thing,
A symbol of autumn's arrival,
But in the swan's wake, it did sing,
A dance of grace and survival.
Together they moved, leaf and swan,
A fleeting moment of harmony,
A reminder that even when life's gone,
We can find beauty in unity.
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