A stupid poem on swan and life

A beautiful swan I saw:
in the lake around the corner

Its feathers white as snow:
shown in the bright sun

Its beak was red
like the blazing fire,

Its beauty,  sparkling
like the cup of life.

But, suddenly it disappeared
as the morning mist,

And bated my breath
till it shown again-
like a mirage great!

I thanked god to see it again,
for it resembled my life:
the beauty of a dream
and truth of a bubble,

Like the white of death
and purity of God,

It made me feel like
 flying in the sky.

I enjoyed it now
and took a deep breath,
for I may not
see it tomorrow.