In the morning’s gentle light, they rise,
Feathered dreams against the azure skies.
With whispers of wings, they glide,
Painting freedom where the clouds reside.

Through the trees, their songs are cast,
Melodies of a future and a past.
Each note a testament to their flight,
A ballet of grace in the soft sunlight.

Across the horizon, they ebb and flow,
Boundless journeys, where only they know.
In their flight, a story unfolds,
Of courage, of beauty, and tales untold.

As twilight falls, they find their rest,
In nests that cradle, they are blessed.
Until dawn calls them to the sky,
To dance again, and rise so high.