In the quiet dawn, the horizon calls,
Wings spread wide, the heart enthralls.
A dance of freedom, a flight so pure,
Soaring high, uncertainties obscure.

Through cotton clouds and azure skies,
The spirit rises, the soul complies.
Whistling winds sing tales untold,
Of journeys grand and hearts so bold.

Beneath the stars, in twilight’s embrace,
Dreams take flight, finding their place.
Unbound by fears, in realms so vast,
Each moment’s breath, a spell is cast.

With every flight, a story grows,
In whispered winds, the secret flows.
To fly is to dream, to dream is to live,
In the sky’s embrace, we find and give.