In the dawn’s early light, they take to the sky,
A canvas of freedom in the azure high.
With wings spread wide, they gracefully glide,
Whispering secrets of the winds they ride.
Beneath the golden sun, their songs unfold,
Melodies of nature, ancient and bold.
Through forests and fields, their voices ring,
A symphony of life, in every note they sing.
As twilight descends, they find their rest,
Nestled in branches, in natureâs nest.
The stars above, their silent friends,
Watching over them as day gently ends.
With each new dawn, their journey starts anew,
A testament to the skies they traverse through.
In their flight, we find a piece of our soul,
For in their freedom, we see ourselves whole.