In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Birds awaken the slumbering skies,
With melodies that dance and chase,
Whispering secrets where the horizon lies.

Through the azure canvas they glide,
Wings painting tales of freedom and grace,
Above the trees, where dreams reside,
In the boundless expanse, they find their place.

The sun’s golden rays kiss their flight,
As they weave through clouds with ease,
A symphony of colors in the light,
Nature’s notes carried by the breeze.

In twilight’s soft and tender glow,
They return to nests in tranquil trees,
Resting, till the morning winds blow,
They are the sky’s eternal symphony, its keys.