Flight of Freedom

Birds of feather, in the sky they fly,

Graceful and free, as they soar up high,

With wings that spread, like a canvas of art,

Nature's beauties, they play their part.

Their life is one of flight and song,

A journey that takes them all along,

From valleys deep to mountains tall,

They travel far, they heed the call.

In the morning, they greet the sun,

Their melodies, a symphony begun,

With sweet chirps and trills they sing,

A concert that nature brings.

In nests they build, their young they raise,

With gentle care, through countless days,

Teaching them to fly and hunt,

To live in nature, as they confront.

Their wings take them on a journey far,

With landscapes that change, from near to far,

A life that's free, wild and true,

Birds of feather, they have a view.

So let us cherish, this life of flight,

And keep these creatures in our sight,

For they remind us, of nature's grace,

And the beauty that surrounds our place.