if

If I could return to this world after I've gone,
I'd return as a bird - 
a majestic, white swan.

I would settle on a lake,
way beyond the beaten path - 
far away from the chaos and noise of life's wrath.

I would spend my days gracefully, gliding along,
to the rhythm of nature's symphonies -
occasionally honking a song.

I may find another - 
a soul mate, a partner
to create beautiful choreography - 
a pas de deux in the water.

& 

as our ballet transitions from Act I to Act II,
little gray cygnets are born,
maybe one, possibly a few.

The little one's follow behind single file
one by one,
the corps de ballet is complete - 
waltzing under the sun.

There will come a day
when their plumes of white will emerge,
a cast of soloists taking flight,
making their way into the world.

Meanwhile,

on the lake
my partner and I stay behind -
performing duets in the sun,
adagios under moonlight,
gracefully gliding side by side - 
in our ballet of life.

if i could be……………………….

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