In the soft cradle of morning light,
The sparrows dance in gentle flight,
Their wings a tapestry of grace,
Painted across the vast sky’s face.

The eagles soar with regal might,
Guardians of the mountain height,
In silent strength, they glide and turn,
As the forest below begins to yearn.

The larks, with songs that kiss the breeze,
Melodies among the whispered trees,
In every note, a story spun,
Of dawn’s embrace and setting sun.

Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
Owls emerge from shadowed maze,
In the hush of night, they silently glide,
Guardians of the secrets the darkness hides.