Birds

In the morning's gentle light, they take flight,

Birds of feather, colors bright,

With wings outstretched, they soar on high,

Painting the canvas of the sky.

From the robin's song at break of day,

To the owl's hoot in the moonlit bay,

Each bird adds its own unique note,

To nature's symphony, by which we're smote.

In the forests deep, where shadows dance,

Birds flit and flutter in a joyful trance,

Their melodies echoing through the trees,

Carried on the whispers of the breeze.

In meadows green, where flowers bloom,

Birds weave their nests in nature's loom,

Building homes with twigs and leaves,

A sanctuary where love perceives.

In the cliffs above the crashing waves,

Seabirds glide in ocean caves,

Their cries mingling with the sea's roar,

In a timeless dance, forevermore.

And as the day bids the night goodbye,

Birds return to their nests on high,

Resting their weary wings until the dawn,

When once again, they'll greet the morn.

So let us marvel at these creatures of the air,

Their grace and beauty beyond compare,

For in their flight, we find our dreams take flight,

As we're carried away by their sheer delight.