In the cradle of the morning light,
Birds awaken with songs so bright.
Their wings unfold the dawn’s embrace,
A dance of freedom, a gentle grace.

Through the azure vast, they soar and glide,
Boundless dreams in the wind they ride.
With every breeze, new tales they weave,
Echoes of joy in the air they leave.

Perched upon the ancient trees,
They converse with the rustling leaves.
In nature’s choir, their voices blend,
A symphony the earth will mend.

As twilight casts its golden hue,
They find their rest in skies of blue.
Guardians of the night, they softly sing,
Until the morn, their melodies bring.