Beneath the azure expanse, they glide,
Carved from dreams, their feathers wide.
In murmured songs, they weave the air,
With gentle grace, beyond compare.

Through golden dawns and twilight’s hue,
They dance on currents, ever true.
In distant lands, their shadows cast,
A fleeting glimpse, forever vast.

The world below, a tapestry bright,
Yet they ascend to celestial height.
In freedom’s realm, they find their place,
In boundless joy, they trace their race.

Oh, heralds of the morning light,
In silent flight, they take their flight.
With every beat, a story told,
Of whispered dreams and hearts so bold.