In the gentle hush of morning light,
Birds awaken with melodies bright,
Their wings a dance in the sky so high,
Painting dreams across the azure sky.

Feathers glisten with the sun’s first kiss,
Chirping tales of joy and bliss,
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
They weave their songs with the morning breeze.

In flight they soar, a graceful choir,
Igniting hearts with their vibrant fire,
Each note a whisper of nature’s grace,
A timeless dance in an endless space.

As twilight falls and day retires,
Their gentle lullabies inspire,
Cradling the world in a soft embrace,
Until the night reveals its starry face.