In the dawn’s embrace, they rise to flight,
With feathers kissed by morning light,
Their songs a testament to the skies,
As daybreak paints the horizon bright.

Through the azure canvas they gracefully soar,
Each wingbeat a whisper, a silent roar,
Carving paths unseen, they dance and glide,
Messengers of freedom, from shore to shore.

Beneath the canopy, in shadows deep,
They find solace where the gentle winds sweep,
Nestled in branches, a sanctuary they keep,
Dreaming of heights, in their feathered sleep.

As the sun descends, the sky turns gold,
Their journey ends, but tales unfold,
Of flights eternal, of stories untold,
In twilight’s glow, their spirits bold.