In the early morning light, they dance,
A symphony of wings, a fleeting glance,
Their songs, a melody in the sky,
Whispering secrets as they fly.

Through forests deep and valleys wide,
They journey far with grace and pride,
A chorus of freedom, pure and bright,
Guiding us with their ethereal light.

On winds of change, they soar and glide,
Over mountains, seas, and countryside,
Their colors blend in a vibrant show,
Nature’s palette, a constant flow.

As dusk descends, they find their rest,
In nests they build with love’s behest,
Dreaming of the dawn’s first gleam,
To rise again, in the morning’s beam.