In morning’s gentle embrace, they rise,
Feathers kissed by dawn’s tender light,
Carving dreams across the endless skies,
In their flight, day turns to night.

Songs of freedom in the whispering breeze,
A chorus of hope, a melody of grace,
Each wingbeat a tale, carried with ease,
Dancing through clouds, they find their place.

Their journey is a map upon the air,
Guided by stars and ancient lore,
In unity they glide, a bond so rare,
Together they journey, forevermore.

As the sun dips low, painting the horizon,
Their silhouettes merge with twilight’s hue,
In the vast sky, their spirits have risen,
To the heavens, they bid adieu.