In the gentle hush of dawn’s embrace,Birds awaken with a soft, sweet song.Their melodies weave through the morning,A chorus where dreams and reality belong.Feathers glinting in the golden glow,They soar through azure skies so wide.Each flight a dance of freedom and grace,On unseen paths where hopes reside.Perched high on branches, they watch the world,With eyes that see both near and far.Guardians of stories whispered on winds,They carry secrets where the wild things are.As the sun sets, they find their rest,In nests where warmth and safety meet.Yet their songs linger in the twilight air,A gentle promise till dawn they greet.