In the morning light they soar so high,
Wings spread wide against the sky.
Whispering winds guide their flight,
A dance of freedom, pure and bright.

Through the clouds, they glide with grace,
Emissaries of a sacred space.
Their songs, a hymn to the divine,
Echo through the trees, a gentle sign.

Feathers gleam with celestial glow,
As they journey where we cannot go.
In their eyes, a world unseen,
A realm of peace and evergreen.

Spiritual birds, messengers of hope,
Guiding souls to learn and cope.
In their flight, we find our way,
To seek the light, and never stray.