In the dawn’s gentle embrace, they rise,
Feathers glistening like the morning dew,
Whispering secrets of the skies,
To hearts that seek the true.

Through the azure heavens they soar,
Guardians of the ethereal light,
Their songs a timeless lore,
Guiding souls through the night.

Beneath the twilight’s fading glow,
They dance upon the winds of fate,
With every beat, they bestow,
Wisdom pure and innate.

Eternal in their silent grace,
These spiritual birds of flight,
In their wings, we find a place,
A sanctuary of the soul’s delight.