Upon the morning dew’s first kiss,
The lark ascends in blissful flight,
Each feathered song a whispered wish,
To greet the dawn with pure delight.
In azure skies where eagles reign,
Their shadows dance on cliffs so high,
Majestic, proud, they claim their domain,
The guardians of the endless sky.
A murmuration of starlings near,
A swirling cloud, a living dream,
In perfect sync they disappear,
Then reappear, a seamless team.
By twilightâs glow the owls take flight,
Silent hunters of the night,
With wisdom in their piercing sight,
They roam until the morning light.