In dawn’s first light, they take their flight,
Feathers glistening, pure and bright.
A chorus echoes through the trees,
A symphony sung by the breeze.

Among the clouds, they dance and soar,
Whispering secrets of skies they adore.
With every flap, they write their tale,
A journey where the heart prevails.

Through golden rays and twilight’s glow,
Their paths are ones we may not know.
Yet in their freedom, we find our dreams,
In every flutter, hope redeems.

Resting not, they chase the sun,
From morning light to day’s undone.
In their wings, the world finds grace,
A fleeting beauty we embrace.