In the quiet dawn where light softly breaks,
Spiritual birds take flight, a dance in the skies,
Carrying whispers of ancient tales,
Their wings weaving through the ether, unseen yet wise.

Their songs are hymns of the universe,
Resonating with the soul’s deepest call,
Guiding lost spirits through the darkness,
Lifting hearts with their ethereal thrall.

Feathers like prayers, drifting on the wind,
They spread across the world, touching unseen,
Bringing peace to the weary and hope to the lost,
In their gentle flight, the sacred is gleaned.

As the sun sets, painting the horizon gold,
These spiritual birds return to the night,
Yet their presence lingers in the hearts of those,
Who find solace in their celestial flight.