In the cradle of dawn, they rise and soar,
Feathers kissed by the golden light.
Whispers of freedom in every flap,
A dance of grace in the endless blue.

Through silken clouds, they etch their dreams,
Chasing horizons with tireless hearts.
Songs of the wind weave through their flight,
A melody of wanderlust and hope.

Beneath the vast, embracing sky,
The earth listens to their gentle hymn.
Echoes of joy in their vibrant calls,
A testament to the beauty of the wild.

In quiet moments, they teach us still,
The art of letting go and being free.
With every beat of their wings, they remind,
Of journeys uncharted, waiting to be found.