In the golden hue of morning’s light,
A chorus of wings takes flight,
Dancing amidst the azure expanse,
Their song a timeless romance.

Beneath the sun’s gentle embrace,
They weave through clouds with elegant grace,
Each flutter a note in nature’s song,
As the vibrant tapestry moves along.

In the stillness of the twilight hour,
Their shadows cast a gentle power,
Silhouettes against the fiery sky,
Whispering secrets as they fly.

And when the stars blanket the night,
They rest in dreams of endless flight,
Guardians of the sleeping earth,
In their dreams, they find rebirth.