Beneath the azure sky they soar,
Winged whispers in the morning light,
Their songs a gentle, timeless lore,
In graceful arcs, they take their flight.

Among the branches, tales unfold,
Of distant lands and journeys far,
In every feather, stories told,
Of moonlit nights and morning star.

The breeze that carries their sweet tune,
Weaves dreams of skies and open seas,
In the dance of dusk and afternoon,
They paint the world with gentle ease.

Oh, fleeting moments on the wing,
A symphony of life and grace,
In every heart, their echoes ring,
A timeless dance in endless space.