In the morning’s gentle light, they soar,
Carrying whispers of dreams untold,
Their wings, a canvas of stories and lore,
In skies where mysteries unfold.

With grace, they dance through the azure sea,
A symphony of freedom in their flight,
Above the earth, where wishes long to be,
In endless horizons bathed in light.

Their songs echo through the forest deep,
A chorus of hope, of life anew,
In every note, secrets they keep,
Of journeys vast and skies so blue.

Oh, birds of the dawn, with hearts so free,
Guide us through paths of wind and star,
In your flight, a glimpse of eternity,
In your wings, we find who we are.