Beneath the azure canvas wide,
Where whispers of wings softly glide,
A chorus of feathers takes flight,
Singing tales of morning light.
On breezes gentle, they ascend,
To realms where sky and dreams blend,
Each note a melody untold,
In skies of blue and gold.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
They weave their story in the sky,
With grace that dances on the air,
A sight so wondrous, pure, and rare.
Amidst the clouds, their spirits soar,
In harmony forevermore,
A symphony of life set free,
Birds in flight, wild and free.