In the quiet dawn, they rise with grace,
Wings painted by the morning’s embrace.
Through the azure vastness, they glide,
Spirits soaring, where dreams abide.
Their songs echo through the soulâs deep,
Awakening hearts from slumbers’ keep.
With each flutter, a prayer takes flight,
Illuminating the darkest night.
The horizon whispers ancient tales,
Of journeys where the spirit prevails.
Guiding the lost, with gentle might,
Embracing the world in purest light.
As dusk descends, they find their nest,
In the cradle of the sky, they rest.
A reminder of the endless quest,
To seek within, where true peace is blessed.