Beneath the vast azure expanse,
Wings flutter in graceful dance,
Echoes of freedom, whispers of flight,
In the morning’s tender light.

Feathers glisten with the dew,
As the horizon paints its hue,
Melodies of the dawn they sing,
A chorus only nature can bring.

Through the trees, they weave and soar,
Telling tales of lands explored,
Carriers of dreams untold,
In their flight, a story unfolds.

As the sun begins to fade,
They return to where they’ve played,
Nestled in the evening’s embrace,
Until morning calls them to grace.