In the gentle cluck of morning’s promise, Beneath the sun’s first golden hue, The chickens stir in waking chorus, To…
In the morning light, they rise and roam, Guardians of the silent dawn, Through fields of gold, they wander on,…
In the morning light they rise, a gentle song, Feathers rustling, a whisper of dawn’s grace, In fields of gold…
In the quiet dawn, where whispers weave,Chickens stir, as dreams take leave.Their gentle clucks, like morning’s sigh,Awake the world beneath…
In the golden glow of dawn’s embrace, Feathers rustle in the gentle breeze, Chickens wander with a measured grace, In…
Under the amber dawn, they rise with the sun, Feathered beings of the earth, their day begun. With soft clucks…
In the early morning light, they rise, With feathers ruffled, dreams in their eyes. The gentle clucks that fill the…
In the morning light, they greet the day, With feathers bright and a gentle sway. Their clucks, a song of…