They dreamt of wings that touch the sky,
Where freedom’s breath could lift them high.
Through azure vaults and clouds so white,
They’d dance with stars in endless night.

Beneath them, earth a distant sphere,
As whispers soft they’d barely hear.
The wind their guide, the sun their friend,
On journeys vast that never end.

Each heartbeat matched with every gust,
In skies so pure, in love so just.
They’d weave their stories, bold and grand,
With every flight through every land.

And when the twilight kissed their wings,
They’d rest on moonbeams, gentle strings.
Awaiting dawn’s embrace once more,
To fly again and to explore.