In the morning’s gentle embrace,
Birds awaken with a song so pure,
Their melodies weave through the air,
Painting the dawn with a soft allure.

Wings spread wide against the azure,
They soar with dreams of distant lands,
Each feather a tale of freedom’s grace,
As they glide beyond the sands.

In the golden glow of setting sun,
Shadows lengthen on the earth below,
Yet still they dance, a timeless waltz,
In the sky’s endless, gentle flow.

Night whispers secrets to the stars,
As birds find rest in tranquil trees,
Their songs a memory of the day,
Carried on the evening breeze.