In the dawn’s early light, they take to the sky,
Feathered wonders, with freedom they fly.
Their melodies echo through the morning dew,
Serenading the world, both old and new.

With colors that rival the rainbow’s hue,
They dance on the breeze, in skies so blue.
From the tiniest wren to the majestic eagle,
Each one a marvel, so unique, so regal.

In forests deep and fields of gold,
Their stories of wonder are gently told.
Through chirps and tweets, and calls so sweet,
They weave a tapestry of nature’s heartbeat.

As the sun sets low, they find their rest,
Nestled in branches, in nature’s nest.
Dreaming of skies where they can soar,
Birds, the poets of the air, forevermore.