In the morning light, they dance and sway,
Feathers glistening in the gentle ray.
Through boundless skies, they find their way,
Silent songs in the break of day.

With grace they glide on azure seas,
Riding the whispers of the breeze.
In harmony with the rustling trees,
Crafting tales with effortless ease.

A symphony of colors in the air,
Weaving dreams with tender care.
In their flight, they banish despair,
Leaving trails of wonder everywhere.

As dusk descends, they find their nest,
In the cradle of twilight, they rest.
A reminder of nature’s gentle jest,
In each heart, a silent quest.