In the cradle of dawn’s tender light,
Wings unfurl, painting the sky,
Melodies weave through the gentle breeze,
A symphony of feathers takes flight.

Whispers of the wind kiss their flight,
Graceful arcs drawn with the morning sun,
Each note a testament to freedom’s call,
In their dance, a new day is begun.

Through azure realms, they soar and glide,
Guardians of secrets, tales untold,
In the chorus of their morning song,
Stories of the earth unfold.

As twilight beckons, they return,
Nestling in branches, dreams ignite,
The lullaby of stars guides their rest,
Till dawn whispers again, “Take flight.”