Waters dark with mystery,the two lovely maidens fly in,
and float amongst the pads,
Morning has awakened the swans to stay,
This spring the ducklings bob and sway,
They'll take shelter on those green pads,
Jumping off with tiny sweet plops,
One of Springs nurseries never must stop,
Mysterious lily shoots with buds,
send all into rapture,
I have seen this show before,
The insect hunters play the role some more,
Our painting party searches these fluids,
dark with tannins,
Russet and auburn ooze deep below,
Where only the turtles and frogs,
dare venture and know,
Even the swans seem to play a game,
searching the waters for their reflections,
That moment is right and sunlights the same,
Pink satiny blossoms burst forth,
only the water lilies outshine all victorious,
Morrell Park with this pond so glorious,
Putting all creatures somewhat to shame,
the beauty which now the swans will claim.
