In the hush before the morning light,
Wings flutter softly in graceful flight,
Carrying whispers through the air,
Of dreams and hopes beyond compare.

Amidst the leaves, they find their song,
A melody where hearts belong,
In the tapestry of sky so wide,
They dance with winds, a gentle guide.

Their feathers brush against the dawn,
As colors in the sky are drawn,
A symphony of grace and art,
In every beat, a tender heart.

Oh, birds of morning, pure and free,
You bring to life the harmony,
With every chirp and every flight,
You turn the day from dark to light.