In the azure sky where dreams unfold,
Feathers dance in whispers bold,
A symphony of wings in flight,
Painting the world in shades of light.
Through morning mists and golden rays,
Birds sing songs of ancient days,
Melodies of freedom and grace,
Echoing through the vast embrace.
Upon the breeze they glide and soar,
Guardians of tales from times of yore,
Underneath the sun’s gentle gaze,
They weave their stories in endless maze.
As dusk descends with a tender sigh,
They rest beneath the quiet sky,
Dreaming of the dawn’s first light,
Ready again to take their flight.