In the soft embrace of morning light,
Feathers dance in the gentle breeze,
Singing songs of endless flight,
Through emerald boughs and towering trees.

A tapestry of azure and gold,
Painted by wings that dare to soar,
Stories of journeys bold,
Carried on winds forevermore.

Amidst the clouds, their whispers weave,
Echoes of freedom, wild and true,
In every heart, a dream to believe,
The sky, a canvas of endless blue.

As twilight falls, they find their rest,
In nests of comfort, warm and deep,
With the promise of dawn’s gentle crest,
To rise again from night’s quiet sleep.