Beneath the azure sky so vast,
Where dreams on feathered wings are cast,
They glide with grace, so light, so free,
A silent song of liberty.

Each plume a tale of distant lands,
Carried forth by gentle hands,
Whispering secrets of the night,
In hues of dawn’s first light.

Through storms and calms, they find their way,
Guiding hearts that go astray,
A testament to strength unseen,
In every soft and fragile sheen.

As daylight fades to twilight’s glow,
Their whispers linger, soft and slow,
Reminding us of journeys shared,
Of love and hope, and dreams declared.