In the morning light, they rise and roam,
Guardians of the silent dawn,
Through fields of gold, they wander on,
Whispering secrets of the sun.

Their feathers gleam with stories told,
Of ancient winds and gentle rains,
In every cluck, a tale unfolds,
Of life and love, and simple gains.

Beneath the sky, they dance and play,
In harmony with earth and sky,
With every step, they find their way,
To dreams unseen by human eyes.

Oh, humble keepers of the land,
With gentle hearts and steady hands,
In their world of feathered grace,
They find their peace, their sacred space.