In the golden light of dawn they soar,
With wings that whisper ancient lore.
Across the heavens, free and high,
Birds paint their stories in the sky.

Through forests dense and meadows wide,
They journey far, with grace as guide.
Their songs, a melody so pure,
In every heart, their tunes endure.

From mountain peaks to oceans vast,
They glide with ease, so unsurpassed.
Each feathered flight, a tale of might,
A testament to nature’s light.

As sunset casts its amber hue,
They find their nests, the day anew.
In dreams they fly, till morning’s call,
The symphony of wings, enchanting all.