three swans

I gazed upon three stately swans swimming,
Composing trails on a lake of beryl blue.
Perfumed pinks and grand greens of grass and trees
Amassed harmony in their heavenly hue.

Amid bountiful banks of fairy flowers
Replenishing sacred, sweet sanctum there.
Growing garland garnished  white gazebo
Strewing scented spice throughout crystal air.

Swaying reeds of green and princely purple
Strew perfect peace in rippling reflection.
Pacific panorama which I perceived
Golden in shining peerless perfection

Stilly, a shaft of sunlight split the sky
Forming fantastic fire upon the scene.
A benediction borne beneath blue air.
Benign gift of grace glows in gentle sheen.