In the shadows of ancient trees they roamed,
Majestic giants, nature’s own,
With thunderous steps, the earth they combed,
In lands where now silence has grown.

The sky was vast, a canvas wide,
Where pterosaurs soared with wings untied,
Beneath the sun’s relentless tide,
Their legacy in stone, forever inscribed.

In the depths of time, their voices fade,
Yet echoes linger where they played,
In every fossil, a story laid,
Of a world that evolution made.

Oh, mighty beasts of ancient lore,
Your spirits wander forevermore,
In the dreams of those who explore,
The mysteries of the earth’s core.