In skies of twilight, they rise and soar,
With wings that whisper ancient lore.
Their spirit dances with the breeze,
In sacred flight, their souls find ease.

Through clouds of dreams, they gently glide,
Across the heavens, far and wide.
They sing the songs of stars above,
In every note, a tale of love.

Guided by the moon’s soft glow,
To lands where only spirits go.
Their journey’s end, a mystery,
A dance of light in eternity.

In silence, they embrace the night,
With feathers kissed by silver light.
The spirit birds, in freedom, roam,
In endless skies, they’ve found their home.