Swan Glides by Adhith

Did you glance at it, floating at nightfall, on the obsidian stream

Did you witness it, at break of dawn, ascending into the steamy air—

An overflow of snowflakes,

A flurry cotton and silk—

As it lies into the  support of its wings; an icecap, a field of daisies—

Piercing the air with its ebony beak?

Did you listen to it, trilling and chirping,

An acute, melodic tune—like the rain dropping onto the leaves—like the winds 

slicing the trees?

And did you catch a sight of it, once for all in the sky—

A white plane, gliding across the clouds.

Like charcoal paddle, its wings like the extended shine of the stream.

And did you experience it, in your heart, how it encompassed each and every thing?

And did you too ultimately answer what charm is for?