In the whispering wings of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Birds awaken the sky with songs of grace.
Their melodies dance on the morning breeze,
A symphony of life among the trees.

Feathers painted with the hues of dreams,
They soar above rivers and silver streams.
In flight, they weave the tales untold,
Of freedom and stories from days of old.

Under the sun’s warm, watchful gaze,
Their shadows play on fields ablaze.
A ballet of colors in the vast expanse,
Nature’s own orchestrated dance.

As twilight wraps the world in a gentle shroud,
Birds find solace in the evening’s crowd.
With whispered calls, they bid the day goodbye,
Promising to return with the morning sky.