Beneath the azure skies they soar,
With wings that whisper ancient lore,
Through clouds and sun their paths align,
A dance of freedom, pure, divine.
In morning light, they greet the dawn,
Their melodies, a gentle yawn,
As nature listens, hearts take flight,
In symphonies of soft delight.
Across the hills and valleys wide,
They journey on the windsâ soft tide,
With every beat and every song,
They write the tales where they belong.
At dusk, they rest on branches high,
Beneath the stars, the moonlit sky,
In silence, they reflect the day,
As dreams of flight drift them away.