Beneath the endless azure dome, the albatross takes flight,
Wings spread wide, a gliding grace, a silhouette of light.
Through tempest winds and tranquil seas, it soars with silent might,
A guardian of the ocean vast, in day and darkest night.

On currents high, it finds its path, a journey long and wide,
From northern chills to southern warmth, it follows the tide.
A nomad of the boundless blue, where mysteries reside,
The albatross, a timeless soul, in nature’s heart it bides.

With eyes that pierce the water’s depth, it dives with perfect art,
To seek the treasures of the deep, a hunter’s silent chart.
Yet in its flight, we find our dreams, and feel our spirits start,
To wander with the albatross, a dance that warms the heart.

Oh, albatross, you teach us well, of freedom’s gentle call,
To rise above the earthly woes, beyond the shadows’ thrall.
In your majestic, endless flight, we find ourselves enthralled,
And in your journey, boundless bird, we find our spirits tall.