Beneath the vast and endless dome,
Where whispers of the wind do roam,
A dance of feathers, light as air,
With grace and freedom, none compare.

Through cloud and star, they trace a line,
In realms where Earth and Heaven twine,
The journey of a thousand dreams,
On silvered wings and golden beams.

Above the fields of green and gold,
They weave the stories yet untold,
Of lands unseen and skies so wide,
They soar with hearts that never hide.

From dawn till dusk, in twilight’s hue,
They chase the sun, embrace the blue,
In silent song, their spirits sing,
The boundless joy that flying brings.