In the early morn, they take to flight,
Silhouettes against the dawning light.
With songs that greet the waking day,
They dance and wheel in joyful play.

Across the azure sky, they soar,
Emissaries of the heavens’ door.
Their feathers catch the sun’s warm rays,
As they glide through endless ways.

In forests dense and meadows wide,
Their presence can never hide.
With colors bright and plumage grand,
They grace the earth, the sea, the land.

And as the dusk begins to creep,
They find their nests, their place to sleep.
With dreams of skies and fields anew,
The winged wanderers bid adieu.