In the early whispers of the morning light, When shadows fade and dreams take flight, The robins sing with voices…
High above the meadows green, They soar with grace, a sight unseen. Wings spread wide to touch the sky, Birds…
In the dawnâs gentle embrace, Birds sing their morning grace, Wings spread wide, they take their flight, Painting the skies…
In the soft embrace of dawn’s gentle hue, Birds awaken, their songs anew, Melodies weave through the morning air, Whispering…
In the dawn’s early light, they take to the skies, With feathers like whispers, they soar and they rise. A…
In the dawn’s early light, they take to the sky, Feathered wonders, with freedom they fly. Their melodies echo through…