In the hush of morning’s breath,
Wings stretch wide, escaping night’s tether,
Each feather a whisper, a secret kept,
As dawn unfolds its golden net.

Through azure seas, they waltz and dive,
Every chirp a note in nature’s song,
Shadows dance on dewdrop leaves,
In this realm where spirits belong.

Above the treetops, freedom found,
Hearts unburdened, spirits soar,
In the silence of the sky profound,
They dream of lands never seen before.

As twilight kisses the horizon’s edge,
Birds weave tales of light and grace,
Painting skies with their vibrant pledge,
That hope and dreams find their place.