Sitting on the dock,

Staring into the mist,

My feet dangling in the water,

A feeling of tranquility.

Staring into the mist.

On the horizon, I do see,

A feeling of tranquility,

A magnificent white swan.

On the horizon, I do see,

The spirit of the water,

A magnificent white swan,

Rising to protect.

The spirit of the water

In her earthly form,

Rising to protect.

We are all her children.

In her earthly form,

A simple swan upon a lake.

We are all her children.

I am lucky to grace her presence.

A simple swan upon a lake.

My feet dangling in the water.

I am lucky to grace her presence,

Sitting on the dock.