In the dawn’s gentle embrace, they rise,
Feathered spirits painting the skies.
With wings of hope, they soar above,
Singing songs of freedom and love.

Through forest dense and valleys wide,
They navigate the winds, their only guide.
In whispered chirps, they share their dreams,
Of distant lands and flowing streams.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
They find their rest where the night winds blow.
Upon the branches, they softly sigh,
Dreaming of the morning sky.

As dawn returns with its golden light,
They spread their wings, embracing flight.
A symphony of life on nature’s stage,
Birds remind us of freedom’s age.