In dawn’s embrace, the sparrows sing,
Their melodies a gentle spring,
Where morning light begins to weave,
A tapestry of dreams they leave.

The eagle soars with eyes so keen,
Above the valleys lush and green,
Majestic flights through azure skies,
A dance of life that never dies.

The nightingale beneath the moon,
Whispers softly a timeless tune,
In shadows deep, its voice a guide,
Through silvered night, where secrets hide.

Upon the breeze, they write their tales,
A symphony where freedom sails,
In every note, a world unfurls,
The boundless spirit of the birds.