In the golden dawn, they rise and soar,Across the sky, a dance they implore.Their wings a canvas, painted by the breeze,In gentle whispers, the heart they appease.With eyes like stars, they see the unseen,In the vast blue, where dreams convene.Their songs, a melody of the untamed,A testament to freedom, unchained and unnamed.Through the forest, their shadows glide,In the silence of dusk, where secrets hide.They speak of journeys to lands unknown,Of whispers carried by winds that have blown.In the still of night, beneath the moon’s grace,They rest in nests, in a warm embrace.Yet come the morn, they’ll take to the skies,A reminder of hope, as the new day flies.