In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
The horizon calls with whispers bright,
A dance of clouds in sky’s wide space,
Wings unfold to greet the light.

Through the air, a graceful glide,
Each current a tale untold,
The world below in colors wide,
As dreams of flight begin to unfold.

Boundless, the spirit knows no chains,
In every gust, a new adventure,
The heart, a compass, never wanes,
On winds of freedom, pure and sure.

As stars emerge in twilight’s glow,
Night wraps its arms around the sky,
The journey of flight begins to slow,
Yet dreams of flying never die.