Beneath the azure vault, where freedom reigns,
Birds glide with grace, unchained and free,
Their wings a canvas, painting dreams,
In the vast expanse of the boundless sky.

No chains to bind, no walls to cage,
They soar with hearts unburdened, light,
Through clouds they weave their endless tale,
A dance of liberty, pure and bright.

The sun’s embrace, a golden touch,
On feathers soft, a gentle kiss,
Whispers of the wind, a guiding hand,
In this realm of skies, they find their bliss.

Oh, to be a bird in flight,
To leave the earth and touch the stars,
In the symphony of wings, we find,
A testament to freedom, near and far.