Beneath the morning’s golden hue,
The birds awaken, skies in view.
Their songs, a symphony so sweet,
Melodic whispers, nature’s beat.
They soar with grace, they dance on air,
Unfettered by the world’s despair.
Wings outstretched, they chase the dawn,
Embracing light as night is gone.
In flocks they travel, near and far,
Guiding hearts like a Northern Star.
Through seasons’ change, they find their way,
A testament to each new day.
Oh, birds of freedom, wild and free,
Your flight inspires, a dreamer’s plea.
To touch the sky, to rise above,
To live with wonder, hope, and love.