In the dawn’s early light, they take to the skies,
With feathers like whispers, they soar and they rise.
A symphony of colors, a ballet of grace,
Each bird tells a story, in the vast open space.

The sparrow sings softly, a lullaby sweet,
While the eagle’s bold cry makes the mountains retreat.
The robin’s red breast, a flash in the green,
A fleeting glimpse of beauty, like a dream unseen.

Through forests and fields, over rivers they glide,
In unison they travel, side by side.
The world is their canvas, the sky is their stage,
With every flap of their wings, they turn the page.

From the tiniest wren to the grand albatross,
Each bird is a wonder, a treasure, a loss.
We watch them in awe, these creatures of flight,
As they paint the heavens with their delicate might.