In the gentle cluck of morning’s promise,
Beneath the sun’s first golden hue,
The chickens stir in waking chorus,
To greet the dawn with songs anew.
Their feathers ruffled by the breeze,
They wander free in fields of green,
A dance upon the earth with ease,
In nature’s rhythm, calm and serene.
Each peck upon the fertile ground,
A testament to lifeâs grand plan,
In simple moments, joy is found,
Within the humble barnyard clan.
As evening falls and shadows grow,
They roost beneath the starlit sky,
In quiet peace, the world below,
While silent whispers drift on by.