In the gentle dawn, they rise anew,
Feathers kissed by morning’s dew.
Spiritual birds in flight so free,
Whispering secrets from the sky and sea.

With wings that brush the clouds above,
They dance in rhythms of eternal love.
Guided by winds of unseen grace,
They traverse the boundless space.

Through the forests dense and skies so wide,
Their spirits glide where dreams abide.
In silent reverence, they weave and soar,
Guardians of mysteries to explore.

As twilight falls, they find their rest,
In nests of light where souls are blessed.
Their songs echo in the hearts of men,
A reminder of the divine within.