In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Birds take flight in gentle grace,
Their wings whispering tales untold,
Across the skies, they find their place.

With every beat, they touch the soul,
Guiding hearts to realms unknown,
Through skies so vast and dreams so wide,
In their song, we find a home.

Spirits soar on feathered paths,
A dance of faith, a dance of hope,
In the azure, they carve their trails,
Teaching us to dream and cope.

As twilight falls, they rest at last,
In nests of peace, they softly sing,
Reminding us of journeys past,
And the freedom that their spirits bring.