In the early dawn, the sky awakens,
With whispers of wings, the silence breakin’.
Birds take flight with grace and ease,
Painting the heavens with their melodies.
The robin sings its morning song,
A melody that lingers long.
Through fields and forests, over streams,
They chase the dawn, in skyward dreams.
Feathers glisten in the sun’s first light,
A dance of color, pure delight.
The sparrowâs chirp, the eagle’s cry,
Echo through the boundless sky.
As day gives way to twilight’s hue,
The sky becomes a canvas blue.
Birds return to nest and rest,
Their songs a lullaby, nature’s best.