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THE SWANS UPON THE WATER,
SWIM BY WITHOUT A CARE,
NO SOUND THEY MAKE IS HEARD.
SUDDENLY..
THEY HONK AND SQUAWK,
SOMETHING STIRS THEIR SENSES.
LOUDER, LOUDER THEY BECOME,
TIME TO LEAVE THIS PLACE.
AT FIRST THEY BEAT THEIR WINGS,
SPLASHING ALL ABOUT..
THEY START TO MOVE,
THRASHING, SPLASHING LOUDER,
STRUGGLE TO ESCAPE.
WINGS NOW BEATING HARDER,
BEGIN TO LIFT IN AIR..
JUST THE TIPS ARE TAPPING,
STILL STRUGGLE INTO AIR.
OUTSTRETCHED WINGS..
WITH EACH DOWNWARD PUSH,
RAISE THEM SLOWLY SKYWARD.
DROPS OF WATER FALL AWAY,
AS THEY LEAVE EARTH'S PULL.
WET WINGS IN FLIGHT,
WHISTLE SOFT..
HIGHER THEY DO CLIMB,
UNTIL NO SOUND CAN BE HEARD,
FLY HIGH AND OUT OF SIGHT.
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SWANS TAKE FLIGHT
SWANS TAKE FLIGHT
