At dawn they rise with the whispering breeze,
Their wings spread wide, gliding with ease.
In the golden light, they paint the skies,
A ballet of freedom, where no boundary lies.

The robin sings its melodious tune,
A serenade to the awakening moon.
Swallows dance in coordinated flight,
A spectacle of grace, a pure delight.

Eagles soar with commanding might,
Masters of the heavens, in boundless flight.
Their keen eyes scan the world below,
Guardians of the peaks, where wild winds blow.

In twilight’s embrace, they find their rest,
Nestled in trees, where dreams are blessed.
The nightingale’s song lulls the earth to sleep,
As stars above in silent vigil keep.