In the dawn’s gentle embrace, they soar,
Painting the sky with colors untold,
Whispers of dreams in their wings,
A tapestry of freedom unfolds.

Beneath the azure expanse, they dance,
On currents unseen, they glide,
A symphony of feathers, a silent chant,
In the heart of the heavens, they reside.

Echoes of their journey linger,
In the whispers of the morning breeze,
Messengers of hope and wonder,
Carving paths through endless seas.

As twilight drapes the world in gold,
They find solace in the setting sun,
A chorus of wings, a story retold,
Until the first light of dawn has begun.