In the golden glow of dawn’s embrace,
Feathers rustle in the gentle breeze,
Chickens wander with a measured grace,
In fields where shadows softly tease.

Sunlight weaves through the waking day,
Casting dreams upon their wandering feet,
Whispers of the earth, where they play,
In rhythms simple, yet complete.

Beneath the sky, a canvas wide,
Their humble songs fill the air,
A melody where earth and sky collide,
In harmony beyond compare.

In their world, so pure and bright,
Lies a truth that softly speaks,
In every peck and playful flight,
A story of peace that nature seeks.