In the early light of dawn, they take to the air,
A chorus of colors, a ballet so rare.
Their songs weave through the morning mist,
Each note a whisper, a gentle twist.

Through the azure vastness, they glide so free,
A dance of grace, just for you and me.
With every flutter, they paint the skies,
A living canvas before our eyes.

In the hush of twilight, their melodies blend,
A harmony that seems to never end.
They sing of journeys, of lands afar,
Guided by the light of a distant star.

As night descends, they find their rest,
Nestled in branches, their cozy nest.
Dreaming of dawn, when they’ll rise once more,
To serenade the world, as they did before.