In the dawn’s early light, feathers take flight,
A dance of colors, so pure, so bright.
They sing of freedom, of skies so wide,
Whispers in the wind, where dreams reside.

Through the forest, their melodies weave,
Among the leaves, where shadows breathe.
Each note a story, each song a dream,
Echoes of nature, in a timeless stream.

On mountain peaks, they soar so high,
Guardians of secrets, under the vast sky.
With wings of grace, they paint the air,
A testament to beauty, beyond compare.

As the sun sets, they find their nest,
In the twilight’s embrace, they come to rest.
A day’s journey ends, with a silent prayer,
Of the endless skies, and the love they share.