In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Birds weave their melodies,
Echoes of freedom in the air,
Soft whispers of the sky, so fair.

Feathers glisten in the morning light,
Wings spread wide, they take flight,
Through clouds they dance and glide,
Nature’s song, an endless tide.

Perched on branches, they sing anew,
Tales of the earth and skies so blue,
Harmonies that touch the soul,
In their chorus, we become whole.

As dusk settles, their voices fade,
Yet in our hearts, their songs are made,
Silent whispers, dreams take wing,
The night awaits their morning sing.