Shattering Waters Below

The swan never flies
Okay, it does
But not overly often
Its wings are satisified
Tucked in
Content upon the waters

I once knew a swan that flew
Rising high into the sky
Then diving down
Deep into the lake

Sometimes I like to be
Like the swan that swims the lake
Satisfied and content

But other times I like to break the norm
And become a storming swan
One that soars into the sky
Then bends its neck to look down
And screaming in a downward dive
It shatters the waters below