High above the meadows green,
They soar with grace, a sight unseen.
Wings spread wide to touch the sky,
Birds flying free, they pass us by.
Through the clouds and over the seas,
They dance with wind, they feel the breeze.
A song of freedom in their flight,
They chase the sun, embrace the light.
From dawn to dusk, they never tire,
Their journey fueled by pure desire.
Unbound by chains, they roam the earth,
In skies they find their place of birth.
Oh, to be as free as they,
To leave behind the world’s dismay.
In every wingbeat, life anew,
Birds flying free, a dream come true.