In the quiet dawn of endless skies,Where the sun kisses the horizon’s edge,Spiritual birds take flight with grace,As whispers of a timeless pledge.With wings that brush the breath of God,They soar beyond the mortal reach,Singing songs of ancient lore,In melodies that softly teach.Their paths are woven with golden threads,Through clouds that cradle dreams untold,Guiding souls with gentle care,In a dance of wisdom, pure and bold.Beneath the heavens’ watchful gaze,They carry prayers upon the breeze,A testament to all thatâs sacred,In the heart of every tree and leaf.