Amidst the azure vastness, they dance and play,Silhouettes against the morning’s gentle hue.Their songs a melody that greets the day,In soaring grace, they weave the skies anew.With wings that trace the edge of dreams untold,They chase the sun across the boundless blue.In freedom’s breath, their stories unfold,In whispers, secrets of the heavens they imbue.Their journey knows no borders, wide and free,From distant shores to where the mountains rise.In flocks or solitary flights they flee,To witness worlds beneath the endless skies.Oh, gentle birds, the keepers of the breeze,In every flutter, nature’s voice is heard.Your flight a symphony that never ceases,A timeless tale in every winged word.