Blessed by the Moment

It is clothed in glory, is very lithe and agile
Dancing in the water mist, as if a white veil
Embraced, it is beautiful as well as fragile
From a distance, it dances in the sun's light
Nothing less than a perfect kind of beauty
The moment lost, but trapped in memory
A creation exquisite, a symphony of life
I am humbled by the sight, moved, alive

There is nothing in all the world I like better
than the trumpet of the swan.”    E.B. White