In the early morning light, they rise,
With feathers ruffled, dreams in their eyes.
The gentle clucks that fill the air,
Whisper secrets, soft and fair.

Beneath the azure sky they roam,
Their simple life, a humble poem.
Pecking grains with grace and ease,
They live in harmony, at peace.

Their world is small, a tranquil place,
Where every day, they find their space.
In the coop, they rest at night,
Dreaming of fields in the moonlight.

Oh, the chickens, wise and meek,
In their silence, truths they speak.
A gentle reminder, their lives portray,
The beauty found in each simple day.