In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Sky-dancers weave through the air,
Whispers of wings in silent grace,
Painting dawnâs canvas with care.
Beneath the wide and endless blue,
Feathers glisten in morning’s light,
A symphony of hues and view,
As day chases away the night.
Above the fields, they soar so free,
In harmony with the gentle breeze,
Singing songs of eternity,
Amongst the tops of ancient trees.
In the quiet of twilight’s fall,
They wend their way to rest and nest,
Leaving echoes in nature’s hall,
As stars emerge upon night’s crest.