In the morning’s gentle embrace,
Wings whisper stories of the sky,
A dance of freedom in endless grace,
Where dreams and horizons lie.
Through the azure, they glide and soar,
Carving paths unseen, yet true,
With each flutter, a tale they pour,
In hues of gold and sapphire blue.
Songs of joy, in chorus they sing,
Melodies carried on zephyrs’ breath,
A symphony of life in the flutter of a wing,
Echoing through the valley beneath.
As daylight wanes and shadows creep,
They find their rest in gentle sway,
Dreaming of skies vast and deep,
Until the dawn of a new day.