Birds

In the sunrise's delicate hug, the world stirs,

An ensemble of tweets and quavers, a tune unshaken.

Feathers brush against the material of the purplish blue sky,

An expressive dance of wings, as birds easily fly.

Lofty birds, watchmen of the levels,

Sparrows, agile artists in the morning light.

Each padded note, a song in the breeze,

A piece sung by the stirring leaves.

Among the branches, a robin's delicate melody,

Blending with the lark, the entire day.

The hummingbird, a gem in mid-air,

A living rainbow, a dance mind-boggling.

From transitory geese in Angular flight,

To the lone owl in the still of night.

A plumage of varieties, an energetic presentation,

Nature's avian craftsmen in a fantastic expressive dance.

In homes woven with care, a story unfurls,

Being a parent is written in wings' elegant holds.

With each fold, a story told high,

Murmurs overhead, where dreams and quills lie.

Thus, let us watch this aeronautical showcase,

An exhibition of life, in the radiance of day.

For in each ripple, in each trill's answer,

Nature's verse is written in the language of the sky.