In the early morning light they soar,
Feathers gleaming like sunlit dreams,
Whispers of the wind in gentle flight,
Echoing through the endless blue skies.

Their songs weave tales of distant lands,
A melody of freedom in every note,
Guided by the stars and moonlit paths,
They journey with grace, untamed and bold.

Amidst the branches, they find their rest,
A haven in the heart of nature’s embrace,
With wings folded, dreams take flight,
In silent harmony with the wild earth.

As dusk descends, they paint the sky,
A vibrant tapestry of life’s sweet song,
In unity they rise, a chorus of wings,
A testament to the beauty of the free.