Ode to the Ugly Duckling

Oh the ugly duckling soon to be a swan
gliding in the the mountinous lake
beneath a shimmering dawn
in his youth his treatment cruel
and all confidence is gone
should you stay or fly away
when your life seems wrong
how could you know , that where you grow
and what you learned to sing
where you swim and you begin
is not what life will bring
within the waters mirrors face
that you look upon
you see a flight with a path
and a voice of different song
with wings outstreached and beauties grace
you lift yourself on high
in the thermals up above
in harmony with sky
searching all the earth below
you see a face like yours
trembling with each stroke of wing
with joy you'll find your course