In the gentle sway of morning light,
Feathers dance with dreams untold,
Whispers carry through the sky,
A story of freedom, brave and bold.

Soft as the hush of a distant wave,
They glide through air with graceful ease,
Carried by winds of endless wonder,
In silent reverie, they find their peace.

Each plume a testament to flight,
A symbol of journeys far and wide,
Borne upon the breath of dawn,
To realms where stars and dreams collide.

In their delicate embrace of air,
Lies the spirit of the untamed soul,
A tapestry of flight, unfurled,
In the gentle dance, they find their role.