beauty in death

A short poem about a beautiful swans death, and the peacefulness that comes with it.

I dreamt a dream that no ones dreamt in so many years,
There was a swan that wept, and shed some diamond tears.
They rippled in the water that she lay upon,
And as she cried a million tears the others sang a song.

Why did this happen? I could not tell. It was a sad site to see,
Her graceful neck dropped its head; her eyes had lost their glee.
The song they sung was full of life but still it felt so somber.
And suddenly she disappeared her pain was finally no longer.