Under the amber dawn, they rise with the sun,
Feathered beings of the earth, their day begun.
With soft clucks and ruffled wings, they greet the light,
In the tranquil barnyard, a gentle sight.

They wander freely, pecking the dew-kissed ground,
Searching for treasures in the soil, all around.
With every scratch and every tiny peep,
They weave a symphony, in the world, so deep.

As afternoon fades, the shadows grow long,
They gather together, a close-knit throng.
Under the shade of trees, they rest and roost,
Sharing warmth and stories, their spirits boost.

When the twilight whispers, and stars start to gleam,
They settle in silence, wrapped in a dream.
The quiet cluck of night, a soothing sound,
In the heart of the farm, peace is found.