Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Where whispers of the wind do lie,
Birds in flight, their tales unfold,
In colors bright, and hearts so bold.

With wings that cut through morning light,
They chase the sun, a golden sight,
In harmony with nature’s call,
Their symphony enchants us all.

On branches high, they find their rest,
In nests they weave, with gentle zest,
A lullaby of leaves and rain,
A soothing balm for every pain.

So let them soar in skies of blue,
For in their flight, our dreams renew,
Birds of wonder, grace, and might,
Our souls take wing, with every flight.