A Swan Poem by innocent rose

She gracefully lands in the water feet first
Folding her wings close to her body as she takes her seat on the clear water
Like a queen she holds her head proudly high
But at times she honorably lowers it to look at her reflection
You can easily notice her in the lake
Her pute white dress makes her easily seen
But her orange and black mask makes her the mystery
Proud of herself she takes off to the warm south
Thats what i think of a swan