In the morning light, they rise and soar,
Painting the sky with grace and lore.
Their songs, a symphony of freedom’s call,
Echo through valleys, over mountains tall.

Wings unfold like tales untold,
Dancing with the winds, brave and bold.
In nature’s cradle, they find their flight,
A ballet of colors, a pure delight.

From distant lands, they journey far,
Guided by the moon and the northern star.
Through storms and calm, they find their way,
A testament to life’s gentle sway.

With each dawn, their whispers sing,
Of hope renewed in the breath of spring.
In their flight, we find our dreams,
Carried on wings, in endless streams.