In the quiet morn, where shadows fade,
Birds of light, in hues of jade,
Take to the sky, in graceful flight,
A dance of freedom, pure delight.

Their songs, a symphony so sweet,
Echo through the valleys deep,
Melody of joy, a simple tune,
As they greet the rising moon.

Feathers whisper secrets old,
Tales of courage, stories bold,
In their eyes, the world unfolds,
A testament to life untold.

As day turns into twilight’s glow,
They soar above, to lands unknown,
Leaving behind a trail of dreams,
In the sky, where freedom gleams.