Swan's Poetry

### The Will-o'-the-wisp

In twilight's dance, where shadows play,

A mystic light, a wisp's ballet.

Through marshy moors and ancient glades,

The will-o'-the-wisp, in secrecy fades.

A flicker born of spectral fire,

An ethereal beacon, a ghostly lyre.

Illuminating the great unknown,

In the quiet eve, its glow is shown.

Lost souls may follow its ghostly light,

A lantern leading through the night.

Yet, in the mire where illusions gleam,

The will-o'-the-wisp, a trickster's dream.

In meadows damp with moonlit dew,

Its luminescence casts a hue,

A dance of phantoms, an eerie sprite,

Providing travelers the gift of fright.

But beware, oh seeker bold,

The wisp's allure, a tale untold.

For in its glow, enchantment lies,

Yet, peril hides behind the guise.

It whispers secrets of the dark,

A melody that leaves a mark.

Through ancient tales and folklore's more,

The will-o'-the-wisp forevermore.

A waltz of shadows, a ghastly trance,

In the moonlit meadows, it may entrance.

Yes, in its light, a cautionary song,

A dance with spirits, not for long.

So, heed the caution in its glow,

The will-o'-the-wisp's accursed show.

In twilight's realm, where secrets keep,

A dance of light, in shadows deep.

### The Tempest

In the time when lightning dances high,

A symphony of thunder roars nigh,

A storm unleashed with the fiercest might,

Nature's fury on the darkest night.

Clouds gather, ominous and gray,

Whispers of rain, the skies betray,

The air grows heavy, filled with sound,

As thunder's drumroll shakes the ground.

Electric veins streak through the sky,

Illuminating the darkness, a celestial cry,

The tempest's wail, a force untamed,

In the heart of the storm, chaos proclaimed.

Raindrops fall like tears from above,

A cascade of emotion, a torrential love,

Echoes of thunder, a booming reply,

To the tempest's call, the earth and sky.

Trees bow low in the wind's fierce dance,

Nature's theater, a wild expanse,

The symphony crescendos, a primal song,

The storm's embrace, fierce and strong.

Yet within this tumult, a beauty lies,

A raw, untamed power that never dies,

For when the storm subsides,

A cleansing calm the world abides.

So, in the heart of the tempest's might,

Find the beauty in the storm's light,

For storms may rage and winds may howl,

But from their chaos, life will prowl.

### The Tree Of Life

In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,

Stands a tree of majesty, a cosmic trance.

Its branches reach for the heavens above,

The ancient symbol of life and love.

Beneath its boughs, a sanctuary grand,

A tapestry of life, both vast and planned.

Leaves whisper secrets in the gentle breeze,

Tales of ages, of lands and seas.

Roots delve deep into the fertile ground,

Anchored in history, profound and renowned.

From earth to sky, a living conduit

The Tree of Life, where all stories meet.

In every leaf, a chapter unfolds,

A saga of mysteries, yet to be told.

Sun-kissed hues paint the boughs high,

A symphony of green 'neath the azure sky.

From the smallest bud to the towering limb,

Life's vibrant pulse courses within.

Through cycles of seasons, a rhythmic rhyme,

The Tree of Life endures, rooted in time.

Blossoms bloom like fleeting dreams,

Their fragrance lingers in sunlit streams.

Fruits of wisdom hang ripe and sweet,

Urging innocent souls to eat.

Creatures find refuge in its sacred shade,

A sanctuary where wishes are laid.

Birds serenade with melodies pure,

Harmony woven in each contour.

As the moon weaves silver threads at night,

The Tree of Life bathes in its soft white light.

A guardian, a silent witness to the cosmic play,

Guiding spirits through the night and day.

Oh, Tree of Life, with branches wide,

In your embrace, the world does hide.

A testament to nature's enduring grace,

The timekeeper of this sacred space.