In the golden dawn, the sparrows sing,
Their melodies rise on whispering wings,
A symphony of light in the crisp morning air,
Guiding us to places beyond our care.

The eagle soars with strength and grace,
Over mountains high, in a boundless space,
Its shadow dances on the earth below,
A testament to freedom, a gentle flow.

The nightingale’s song, a haunting embrace,
Resonates deeply in the quiet space,
A lullaby that soothes the weary soul,
In the velvet night, it makes us whole.

From the hummingbird’s swift, vibrant flight,
To the owl’s wisdom in the moonlit night,
Each bird tells a story, ancient and true,
In their world of skies, ever vast and blue.