In the twilight of the sacred dawn,
Birds of spirit begin to soar.
Their wings whisper secrets of the soul,
Guiding hearts to evermore.

Through clouds of dreams they glide,
On winds of truth and grace.
Each feather a tale of ancient times,
A map to a hallowed place.

Beneath the endless azure dome,
They carry messages divine.
Songs of hope and endless love,
In every melodious line.

With every beat of their sacred wings,
They lift our spirits high.
In their flight, we find our peace,
And with them, we learn to fly.