In the morning light, they take to flight,
With wings like whispers, graceful and bright.
Feathers of gold, and azure so deep,
They dance on the breeze, where the willows weep.
From the tallest trees, their melodies soar,
A symphony sweet, a nature's encore.
Chirps and trills weave through the air,
A joyful chorus, beyond compare.
In meadows they flit, in gardens they play,
Painting the world in a vibrant display.
Robins and sparrows, with stories to tell,
Of sunlit mornings and evening's soft bell.
Through storms they glide, with courage and grace,
A testament strong to the wild, open space.
They teach us to dream, to rise and to roam,
In the heart of the sky, we find our true home.
So let us listen, and let us behold,
The beauty of birds, both timid and bold.
For in their sweet songs, and in their free flight,
Lies a world full of wonder, a pure delight.